Post by Denise nó Orchis (I) on Jul 20, 2009 13:04:49 GMT -5
While the kumpania my father was a part of were not happy that he kept my mother, Marra, a gadje, with them, they were surely even less pleased when he arrived to the spring horse trades with me, his Didikani chavi with him. He had shown up at House Orchis with my mother in tow, and the two had somehow purchased my time to come with them to a horse-trading festival in Kusheth. How they convinced the Dowayne that this was worth the House's while I do not know, perhaps there were promises of the best horses. I may be half-Tsingano, but I most definitely do not understand all of the trickery and cunning of my father's people. If anyone could talk the Dowayne of Orchis House into allowing an adept only halfway into her marque to leave for Kusheth for a horse festival, it would have to be a Tsingani.
Our journey was not a difficult one, though I did complain a bit, quite unused to the harsher life the kumpanias lead. I was used to finery, to hot baths and wine, not the stinking back of wagons! I managed to stop my whining by the third or fourth day, instead focusing my energy on playing with the other children of the kumpania. My mother had introduced me to my siblings, Ceni and Erron, twin boys about the age of six. It surprised me that the kumpania allowed them along with my mother, as it was vrajna for a Tsingani man to have a wife of a different culture, but perhaps things had become a little more lax since the days in which I was born. Either that or my father was worth enough to the kumpania that they would tolerate his indiscretions. I do not know for sure, as my grasp of the language of my father's people is not very good and they rarely chose to speak D'Angeline.
Kusheth was far more lovely than I had expected it to be. The festival itself, ah Elua! It was amazing, full of color and life and beautiful young foals. I wanted to run with the horses and the children, to behave as foolishly as I could. Instead I stayed by my mother's side, watching the trading and learning as much of the Tsingani language as I could. Perhaps this was the skill they wished for me to bring back to the house, the skill of trade and barter? Either way, I enjoyed the merriment of my father's people, and I enjoyed spending time with my mother once more.
Returning to Orchis House was equally as wonderful, as I longed for a good bath and the finery of my life there. I did spot some of the finer horses my father had brought back with him among the House stables, and so I now believe that is how he arranged for me to leave. Well I am back, and ready to begin again on my marque.
Our journey was not a difficult one, though I did complain a bit, quite unused to the harsher life the kumpanias lead. I was used to finery, to hot baths and wine, not the stinking back of wagons! I managed to stop my whining by the third or fourth day, instead focusing my energy on playing with the other children of the kumpania. My mother had introduced me to my siblings, Ceni and Erron, twin boys about the age of six. It surprised me that the kumpania allowed them along with my mother, as it was vrajna for a Tsingani man to have a wife of a different culture, but perhaps things had become a little more lax since the days in which I was born. Either that or my father was worth enough to the kumpania that they would tolerate his indiscretions. I do not know for sure, as my grasp of the language of my father's people is not very good and they rarely chose to speak D'Angeline.
Kusheth was far more lovely than I had expected it to be. The festival itself, ah Elua! It was amazing, full of color and life and beautiful young foals. I wanted to run with the horses and the children, to behave as foolishly as I could. Instead I stayed by my mother's side, watching the trading and learning as much of the Tsingani language as I could. Perhaps this was the skill they wished for me to bring back to the house, the skill of trade and barter? Either way, I enjoyed the merriment of my father's people, and I enjoyed spending time with my mother once more.
Returning to Orchis House was equally as wonderful, as I longed for a good bath and the finery of my life there. I did spot some of the finer horses my father had brought back with him among the House stables, and so I now believe that is how he arranged for me to leave. Well I am back, and ready to begin again on my marque.