Wasn’t that always the case though? Plenty to do, but never enough hands or time to do it all, in the time one would find acceptable. And yet she tried; gai'shain beat rugs near her home within the Hold, cleaning them and beating out the caked dirt where dust an dirt had been stomped into them. She didn’t hear them though, they knew their duties for the day, and she thanked the Light they were here, or she’d be without clean clothes or home.
She made her way across the Hold, first down steps that led to ledges of doorways to homes and gardens; she walked down into the shade of the mountain facing the Hold had been built into the side of. On the ground in the Hold's shade, women wore regular clothes; balancing baskets on their heads with gai’shain meek as water working along side them, neither talking to the other. One did not recognize gai’shain from times before they wore white; it was a slap to the person attempting to pay their toh thus it left little chatting to be done between the two groups, although the normal women seemed to talk to one another happily. Men walked, some with weapons nodding to her with respect, others working wares, to busy to speaking with others to truly more that acknowledge a persons presence.
She smiled as some young children ran by, she stopped one little girl with braided pig-tails, to wipe her face clean on her own skirts. She liked the child, she was bright for her age and remembered things easily. Nephuria already had her eye on her. She let the children be on their way, kids were to be kids, it was the one thing she knew all agreed on. Children were precious, they ensured the future, plus life was hard enough without joining the spears too early.
A blacksmith could be heard melding medal to his will, when Nephuria realized she was almost center of the Hold. She looked around, wondering why she’d let herself go off course, and spotted Covine standing across the way. Many people separated them, but Nephuria knew it was her. She did not envy the woman her ji, in fact, it made her like her all the more. She alone had spent more time as an Apprentice than Nephuria, and although two such personalities could cause large storms; Nephuria had rarely found the woman anything but reasonable and fair.
She decided against stopping to chat, perhaps Covine was about private business and Nephuria wouldn’t been seen trying to pry. She turned, and realized she didn’t have a class to teach, or anyone who she would normally Heal if they had taken injury or advise in disputes; she’d seen to some of the ill that morning and delivered herbs to help them along recovery.
Well she wouldn’t be useless and she wasn't going to go brow beat a Clan Chief about his buisness just to find something to do. Perhaps she could help with the outer livings of the Hold, or at the least, scout the horizon. She lifted her skirts of algode and she ran easily, making the edge of the hold in minutes. She smiled to people she passed, so as to show there was no trouble, some maidens seemed to smile at her, none of them were old enough to remember when she ran with them, but they knew.
She reached the edge of the Hold’s scouting area, and carefully topped a small outcropping. To anyone on another side of the rock, it would appear she had landed there or perhaps grown from the surface. Surveying the land around, she paused. Had that been movement near those bushes? She did not fear attack, only Aiel hunted here, and Wise One’s were like children or Blacksmiths, they took no part in fighting. She did embrace saidar and thanked the Light for the increase to her sight. Usually things far away were fuzzy, but with the Power, everything seemed… vivid. And besides...it might be a lion.
Her voice was warm and rich, it held in it age but did not sound old. “I did not mean to give away your position, you may remain hidden if you wish; I will make it appear I am alone, and leave.” she spoke, but her lips hardly moved. No one twenty paces out would realize she was speaking. They might think her mumbling to herself though. Oh well, she thought I am old after all, I can mumble to myself if I want.
Edited by Amore, 13 April 2011 - 06:49 AM.