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Aylwen Dreamsong · 07-09-2003, 03:31 PM

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Very Early Morning, Before Dawn...

"Guard her," Jasara whispered hoarsly to her sister. Khasia glared at Jasara, face set and determined against this order. The younger sibling shook her head and looked back and forth from the prisoner Chani and her sister Jasara. Then she shook her head violently in a resounding no.

"That's duty for the weaklings! I will not stand by while you get to go and have all the fun and excitement!" Khasia complained, but Jasara suspected her sister's true reasons had been stretched far too thin.

"Have your fun and excitement torturing her, if you please. Najah! Nasir! We go," said Jasara abruptly, ending the sibling fued with a call to her aids. Najah was cranky with the exhaust of lack of sleep, while if Nasir was tired he decided not to show it. The three jogged off silently into the night, leaving a pouting, angry Khasia behind with a troop of young.

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Sophia's post

Khasia had sat sullenly beside Chani's tree. Long hours crept by while the Painted Sand girl taunted her. Khasia didn't move, didn't speak, just silently turned the dagger over in her hand. She was so angry she could not. Jasara wanted to keep her weak, keep her powerless. Jasara wanted to keep her out of the action and away from any who might someday follow her. She was as powerless here as she had been with the old.

"Don't you even hear me?" came Chani's voice from above her. "Do you have no pride in your people?" Khasia rose, eyes blazing. It was more than she could handle, being insulted by this prisoner, this girl tied to a tree. Moving quickly she thrust the dagger into the tree trunk only a few inches from Chani's face.

"My people have never given me what I wanted. My people will never give me what I want." Chani's eyes were fixed on the dagger quivering in the wood beside her cheek. "I bear little loyalty to my sister today, and you would be wise to remember it." She pulled the dagger back out of the wood and returned to her seat at the foot of the tree. For a time, Chani was silent.

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Aylwen's post

Creeping into the outskirts of the Painted Sand tribe's camp Jasara, Nasir, and Najah said naught and stepped silently with bare feet. They slunk around the tented area of the camp like snakes, disturbing only the sand that they walked on. They soon found themselves in a small clearing where a few blankets had been laid and children slept.

"I thought you'd never come," whispered a strong voice from behind one nearby tent. It was Uri, the second-in-command of the Painted Sand young. Behind him were about ten children and young ranging in age from seven to twenty. He shook hands with Jasara, then proceeded to soundlessly wake the fifteen young who slept on blankets in the clearing.

A few hours before dawn the company made it back to the camp of the Baobab Young. Most of the Baobob were sleeping, save for Khasia. She sat next to Chani's tree, a dagger in hand and an evil grin on her face. The Painted Sand young took places to sleep among the Baobab, and quietly drifted off into sleep.

"Chani? What is she doing here?" Uri asked Jasara, who smirked in an expression all too akin to her sister's.

"She intruded. We could not have her betraying our secrets, can we? Ransom is always a good way to use her as well," replied Jasara, and Uri simply nodded in return. Then he went off to talk with Nasir and Najah quickly before finding a place to sleep.

An army of young. Strong youth against weak elders. Wise new tactics against ageless superstitions. You will not fail Jasara. I will help you...

[ July 13, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

07-09-2003, 03:31 PM	#80
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,147	Aylwen's post *Very Early Morning, Before Dawn...* "Guard her," Jasara whispered hoarsly to her sister. Khasia glared at Jasara, face set and determined against this order. The younger sibling shook her head and looked back and forth from the prisoner Chani and her sister Jasara. Then she shook her head violently in a resounding no. "That's duty for the weaklings! I will not stand by while you get to go and have all the fun and excitement!" Khasia complained, but Jasara suspected her sister's true reasons had been stretched far too thin. "Have your fun and excitement torturing her, if you please. Najah! Nasir! We go," said Jasara abruptly, ending the sibling fued with a call to her aids. Najah was cranky with the exhaust of lack of sleep, while if Nasir was tired he decided not to show it. The three jogged off silently into the night, leaving a pouting, angry Khasia behind with a troop of young. _____________________________________________ Sophia's post Khasia had sat sullenly beside Chani's tree. Long hours crept by while the Painted Sand girl taunted her. Khasia didn't move, didn't speak, just silently turned the dagger over in her hand. She was so angry she could not. Jasara wanted to keep her weak, keep her powerless. Jasara wanted to keep her out of the action and away from any who might someday follow her. She was as powerless here as she had been with the old. "Don't you even hear me?" came Chani's voice from above her. "Do you have no pride in your people?" Khasia rose, eyes blazing. It was more than she could handle, being insulted by this prisoner, this girl tied to a tree. Moving quickly she thrust the dagger into the tree trunk only a few inches from Chani's face. "My people have never given me what I wanted. My people will never give me what I want." Chani's eyes were fixed on the dagger quivering in the wood beside her cheek. "I bear little loyalty to my sister today, and you would be wise to remember it." She pulled the dagger back out of the wood and returned to her seat at the foot of the tree. For a time, Chani was silent. _____________________________________________ Aylwen's post Creeping into the outskirts of the Painted Sand tribe's camp Jasara, Nasir, and Najah said naught and stepped silently with bare feet. They slunk around the tented area of the camp like snakes, disturbing only the sand that they walked on. They soon found themselves in a small clearing where a few blankets had been laid and children slept. "I thought you'd never come," whispered a strong voice from behind one nearby tent. It was Uri, the second-in-command of the Painted Sand young. Behind him were about ten children and young ranging in age from seven to twenty. He shook hands with Jasara, then proceeded to soundlessly wake the fifteen young who slept on blankets in the clearing. A few hours before dawn the company made it back to the camp of the Baobab Young. Most of the Baobob were sleeping, save for Khasia. She sat next to Chani's tree, a dagger in hand and an evil grin on her face. The Painted Sand young took places to sleep among the Baobab, and quietly drifted off into sleep. "Chani? What is she doing here?" Uri asked Jasara, who smirked in an expression all too akin to her sister's. "She intruded. We could not have her betraying our secrets, can we? Ransom is always a good way to use her as well," replied Jasara, and Uri simply nodded in return. Then he went off to talk with Nasir and Najah quickly before finding a place to sleep. An army of young. Strong youth against weak elders. Wise new tactics against ageless superstitions. You will not fail Jasara. I will help you... [ July 13, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ ...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.