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Post by KD on Feb 7, 2012 1:23:09 GMT -5
"He's probably planned to teach you enough that you can figure out the rest on your own," Sinjun pointed out. She'd met the shaman enough to know how he worked
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Post by Jenny on Feb 7, 2012 1:28:04 GMT -5
Moraji and Yiska's mother glanced at each other then their son. "You must bring him here, son. He should not be alone in his last years." His mother spoke up.
"Perhaps," Yiska looked at her. "I will try, but he is set in his ways. But let me not keep you all on unpleasant thoughts."
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Post by KD on Feb 7, 2012 1:39:41 GMT -5
Yiska was right and they all knew it. "Rocks change faster than that stubborn old wolf man," Sinjun said wryly. There was more than a hint of admiration in her voice though, as there was in everyone's when they spoke of him.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 7, 2012 1:43:05 GMT -5
"Oh," Yiska suddenly brightened. "I have more medicines to teach you, Sinjun."
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Post by KD on Feb 7, 2012 1:46:27 GMT -5
"New ones?" Sinjun said, perking up. She loved learning them, as he well knew
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Post by Jenny on Feb 7, 2012 1:50:03 GMT -5
"Yes," he grinned. "Some of the herbs I brought you are for that purpose."
Yiska's mother chuckled and rose from the table to begin to clean up. "You two have fun. Sinjun could use some sun." She had been looking pale.
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Post by KD on Feb 7, 2012 2:01:06 GMT -5
"At least I don't burn as easily as I used to." Sinjun helped her clean up. It was true, she'd been very pale when she had first traveled with Yiska. She still burned if she wasn't careful but she was, even using herbal potions to protect her. She paused as she caught a glimpse out of the door and groaned a bit. "Fahla is coming, Tahki." She informed her, rolling her eyes. Fahla was slightly older than Yiska's mother and had been making a nuisance of herself. She took advantage of Tahki's natural graciousness and politeness in a way that got on Sinjun's nerves. Not to mention she was clearly sniffing around to try and build up a connection between Yiska and her own daughter. That wouldn't have been so bad if the old bitch clearly hadn't just wanted to make sure her daughter was mated with the future shaman. Most of the yitoki were good, honorable people but there were some, like Fahla, who were only interested in gathering their own power.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 7, 2012 2:06:14 GMT -5
Yiska ducked his head and eyed the tent door flap. It appeared that he too had great anxiety whenever Fahla or her daughter were involved. He gave his mother a look of appology. Tahki closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. Moraji looked uneasy, he didn't like involving himself in women's affairs. He started edging for the door, murmuring something about sharpening weapons.
Tahki opened her eyes and looked at Sinjun and Yiska. "You two better get out of here before Fahla gets her mouth running again. I'll finish cleaning."
Yiska didn't need to be told twice. He gently took Sinjun's elbow while scooping up the herb bundle and hastily following Moraji out with Sinjun in tow.
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Post by KD on Feb 7, 2012 2:08:26 GMT -5
Sinjun was careful not to giggle at Yiska's father, even though it was funny to see such a powerful warrior practically scurrying to keep away from one meddling old woman. It was disrespectful to laugh at him, after all. So she managed to keep her giggling back until she and Yiska were well out of sight.
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Post by Jenny on Feb 7, 2012 2:13:57 GMT -5
"What?" A slow smile crept over Yiska's face as she giggled.
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Post by KD on Feb 7, 2012 2:15:41 GMT -5
She leaned against him, overcome with laughter. "He can face down a hundred enemies on the battlefield but he runs away from Fahla. Not that I blame him."
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Post by Jenny on Feb 7, 2012 2:19:50 GMT -5
"Oh," he chuckled. "I don't think he likes her. But he's worry to offend her, such a prominent female in the tribe. And she doesn't let anyone forget it either."
He lifted the herbs to his nose and smelled them. "These are good ones I've brought you. The shaman has so many recipes. If only he would teach you them himself, you wouln't have to wait so long."
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Post by KD on Feb 7, 2012 2:22:25 GMT -5
"Her daughter is beautiful, I'll give her that, but she looks at you like she wants to eat you." Sinjun didn't bother to hide the irritation in her voice. Yiska knew how she felt about him. She leaned around to look at the herb bundle. "I don't mind waiting. He should focus all his teachings on you at any rate, it's more important."
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Post by Jenny on Feb 7, 2012 2:31:10 GMT -5
"I have no interest in her daughter," he snorted a little and looked put off at the thought. "Why can't the old woman leave well enough alone? She thinks that just because I am... unmarried... she can worm her way into my heart. Well, her daughter is conceited and hateful and I'm tired of her advances."
Yiska looked thoroughly vexed and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. "I am sorry Sinjun, I did not mean to get so worked up."
The relationship between he and Sinjun was welcome but... complicated. There had been no account of a Yitoki ever taking a mate outside the tribe, let alone one of another species all together. Yiska loved her, but that border would have to be crossed very carefully.
He shook his head a little, his thoughts trailing on her last words. "Yes," he said wistfully. "That is true. But then again, he can lapse into foul moods. I woudln't want you to deal with that." Again, a grin spread across his face.
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Post by KD on Feb 7, 2012 2:38:07 GMT -5
"Because she'd get more prestige and power if she could make it happen and power is what she wants more than anything." Of them all, Sinjun was best at reading Fahla, which was why the old woman had a bit more trouble manipulating the situation. She was cunning, but Sinjun had grown up with women...and men...exactly like her. Her family was made up of them. The only people of the Anmare bloodline with honor or selflessness were the outcasts and black sheep. There wasn't a move Fahla could make that Sinjun couldn't see coming and warn Tahki or Yiska accordingly. She didn't like it, but it was a game she could play. She squeezed his hand. "That's okay, I don't like her either." His assessment of her was right on the money.
She laughed. "After my sister I'm used to foul moods though yes, I think I'd prefer to let you take the brunt of them."
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