Post by Men of Skye on Jun 5, 2010 17:58:59 GMT -6
Perseverance is more prevailing than violence; and many things which cannot be overcome when they are together, yield themselves up when taken little by little.
Kam had expected her to be asleep or at least resting. Her body still pained her when she worked too hard, but again, the feeling of being useless would not allow her to rest for long. Despite not being able to go to the market for food and supplies, she had help. The people in town were still checking on her well being and did her shopping at the shy and ashamed request of the midwife. By midday, she had a stew of vegetables and baked fish going. By the time the sun was hanging low in the sky and she heard the door opening and closing downstairs, she was taking a loaf of bread from the brick oven while the fish and vegetables was cooling on the table. Using her apron to remove the bread, she set it on the table and turned offering Kam a smile as he pushed the door to the loft open.
"You're late…" She chimed in a tease as she set the loaf of bread on its platter on the open window seal to cool. Brushing her hands over her apron to brush off the access flour from cooking, she moved to embrace him, pressing her face against his chest as she held him tightly in her arms. She was still afraid to let him go in the morning but she hesitated less and less these days.
“Yes MiLady… there is no excuse… Only I seek your, and Allah’s blessing upon my toil and labor…” As they fell into an embrace, he breathed in her scent… those of lilac and bread… and he smiled.
Raising her head, she beheld his face with one of her warmest smiles. If nothing else she could do for him then smile then she would smile any time he looked at her despite the circumstances. What did he see in her? How could he love her when she felt so utterly useless and weak? All these she thought but did not say aloud, did not let show as she pressed on her toes pushing her up to press her lips against his own. "Hello my love" she coo'd in a whisper before her lips met his own.
Brown hands caressed her face as they melded into a kiss. And after the kiss, he smiled and returned her greeting… “Hello love…” Sitting down at the table, he looks at her… “Something smells good… I am glad to see you up and around…” Turning in the seat… “I also see that the building is coming along just fine… but…” he turns and looks at her… “I thought by now, you would have set up your shop… and readied patients to look upon. Tis a fine building… it just requires your hand upon it.”
"I cooked" She chimed in when he said something smelled good and began to move around to gather plates and utensils from the cabinet and move back to him setting a plate and fork in front of him and then another diagonal from him at her own place. As she stirred the vegetables, she paused and heaved a sigh when he mentioned the shop was ready and just required her hand. "I'm trying.." she offered and gave him a smile as she spooned vegetables onto his plate before sliding a piece of fish onto it and then went to slicing the fresh bread.
He knew that she was going thru a period of depression and realizing that, he knew it would take time for her to recuperate… and keeping her hands busy would provide some relief… especially since he would be leaving soon… yet another fact that she knew but he refused to comment upon unless he felt it necessary. He thought that should be able to make it to market, she might be able to overcome the fear she vested in herself.
“Bri my love…” he sat sideways of the table… his hand capturing hers and sat her down in his lap. “You must remember, I love you with all that I am… You are a strong woman, and can conquer obstacles…” he smiled. He had seen the writing material splayed upon the office desk… and knew she was either writing her memoirs, or something he knew not of… “I need you to be strong for me… for concerning myself with your mental state shall diminish my ability to lead and fight…” Rubbing her back a bit, he smiled. “I have seen my Koran left opened… May be you are interested? Allah be praised…” he smiled again. “Upon my return, I shall teach you what you need to know…”
When his hand came out to capture her own, she set the knife down and raised her eyes to his. Dutiful to a fault but she was giving him her undivided attention. There was nothing he said that escaped her notice. It was her love for him, she wanted to be attuned to him and so doing as she was told really was not part of it. As he pulled her into his lap, she brushed her hands against her apron before sliding her arms up his chest and around his neck and leaned her forehead against his as she learned to the purr and roll of his accented voice as he said he loved her and commented on her strength.
Unwinding her arms from his neck, she captured his face in her hands and leaned her lips down to his own for a sweet and simple kiss though it could hardly be called plain. She always kissed him with all the love she possessed in the hopes that within its depths it would speak of the love she could not express in words of what he meant to her. If she could never express it with words then she would do it with a kiss. "I will do anything you ask of me, because I love you. I will be strong for you but I do not need to worry for you, I have faith in you, this is your destiny. Do not worry for me, please. I do not want you to worry for me and deter you from the fight. It will take time but I will be fine, better than fine. As long as you love me, I can make it through anything." When he mentioned seeing his Koran left open she blushed as if she had been caught with her hand in the preverbal cookie jar. "Yes, I have been trying to read it. I would like very much to learn."
“Soon, we shall leave for Fez… but in the meantime, I want to re-establish our faith in one another… to be sure we know that our love has transpired over many obstacles… and yet still, we face more. I think your immediate path lies to Carnia… for if they know not what is coming, they must… In speaking with Captain Ealora, she tells me she sails for the Middle Sea as well… possibly you could ride with her to Carnia… I feel that you shall be safe with her… and once we are finished in Fez… we shall be together again…” he patted her back. “Maybe a visit in Carnia together would be grand. What do you think on the matter?”
She could not help but smile when he said her path lay for Carnia. Though she had said she needed to alert her countrymen to what was truly going on with their so-called allies, she had not mentioned going there. At least not past the ship on their return to Skye and then it could have been just shock and depression that had her talking. He seemed to know her destiny as well as she knew his own but always she had know that while they had separate destinies now in regards to the people of their birth, they had a destiny together as well. "We don't need to re-establish our faith in one another. I will always have faith in you. It is not in me to question what is right and wrong with you, I know what you do, you do because you feel it is right and I trust in that as I trust in you." She kissed him once more before sliding from his lap to finish serving him dinner.
"If you trust Captain Ealora then I will seek her out to see if she can add a passenger for the voyage." She spoke as she added a few slices of bread and laid out a small tub of butter before she was going to collect a pitcher of sweetened with honey and cooled.
"I know not the pirate captain, but tis possible she has what we require. And with the grace of Allah, she will abide with our needs. I am sure she would help us, considering tis also what she seeks."
She was in the process of getting ready to pour it when she stopped dead. "A visit to Carnia? You and I?" She was not surprised really, a little shocked.
After a moment when she realized she was stalling, she poured his tea and then her own she finally took a seat taking a few minutes to think about it. "It would be wonderful, provided we can liberate Carnia from their alliance with Morocco. I'd like you to meet my former Master, he is a good man, like a father to me. He doesn't know I know, but his best friend, is my father and he promised him he would look after me. He was the one who freed me, at least did so in selling me to the midwife of Carnia."
Kamenwati listened to his woman, a smile highlighted by white teeth against a brown skin… nodding to her shocked expression about the visit. “I would like to meet the man cared for you and changed yer life. Allah be praised and His will be done, we shall visit the land of yer birth.”
Not once since their return had they made love to one another… this he missed greatly… but he understood totally… as she had undergone such trauma… Though they lacked the physical intimacy, the mentally intimacy was slowly gaining solid ground.
Once they had finished eating, she cleaned the dishing handing them over to Kam to dry and then she took him up to the roof to sit below the stars. They had not made love since their return and she was grateful that he did not pressure her not that she thought he ever would. Things were comfortable and she knew she did not have to worry if it was on his mind. He never pressured her, things were slow and he loved her in holding her, in kissing her, and yet never pushing for more. As they lounged on the blanket, she lay back against him and then gasped pointing upward. "Look a shooting star" With a wide grin she leaned her head back on his shoulder her whisper in his ear. "Make a wish..."
Taking the material, he dried the dishes and returned them to their places. And as she took his hand, he tossed the material on the table and followed her willingly. Their place upon the roof no longer scarred by the fire, the smell of smoldering wood had long since faded. She lay the blanket out and sat down… and he followed her to the blanket, laying back first, his course hand pulling her back to him.
No sooner than her head lay upon his arm, she pointed out to the sky. Far above, a shooting star streaked across the sky; the meteor burning out on the earth’s atmosphere, but to them, the shooting start escaped their view by passing in the night. “A wish?” he looked at her oddly. He had never heard of such a thing before; but he would smile… Several wishes fluttered thru his mind… everything from her health to a passionate night for them both to a free land for their people. Looking at her sideways, he begins to speak… “I wish for….” Then he is interrupted with a soft finger placed gently against his lips, to which he would place a soft kiss against the tips.
Plutarch (46 AD - 120 AD), Lives
Kam had expected her to be asleep or at least resting. Her body still pained her when she worked too hard, but again, the feeling of being useless would not allow her to rest for long. Despite not being able to go to the market for food and supplies, she had help. The people in town were still checking on her well being and did her shopping at the shy and ashamed request of the midwife. By midday, she had a stew of vegetables and baked fish going. By the time the sun was hanging low in the sky and she heard the door opening and closing downstairs, she was taking a loaf of bread from the brick oven while the fish and vegetables was cooling on the table. Using her apron to remove the bread, she set it on the table and turned offering Kam a smile as he pushed the door to the loft open.
"You're late…" She chimed in a tease as she set the loaf of bread on its platter on the open window seal to cool. Brushing her hands over her apron to brush off the access flour from cooking, she moved to embrace him, pressing her face against his chest as she held him tightly in her arms. She was still afraid to let him go in the morning but she hesitated less and less these days.
“Yes MiLady… there is no excuse… Only I seek your, and Allah’s blessing upon my toil and labor…” As they fell into an embrace, he breathed in her scent… those of lilac and bread… and he smiled.
Raising her head, she beheld his face with one of her warmest smiles. If nothing else she could do for him then smile then she would smile any time he looked at her despite the circumstances. What did he see in her? How could he love her when she felt so utterly useless and weak? All these she thought but did not say aloud, did not let show as she pressed on her toes pushing her up to press her lips against his own. "Hello my love" she coo'd in a whisper before her lips met his own.
Brown hands caressed her face as they melded into a kiss. And after the kiss, he smiled and returned her greeting… “Hello love…” Sitting down at the table, he looks at her… “Something smells good… I am glad to see you up and around…” Turning in the seat… “I also see that the building is coming along just fine… but…” he turns and looks at her… “I thought by now, you would have set up your shop… and readied patients to look upon. Tis a fine building… it just requires your hand upon it.”
"I cooked" She chimed in when he said something smelled good and began to move around to gather plates and utensils from the cabinet and move back to him setting a plate and fork in front of him and then another diagonal from him at her own place. As she stirred the vegetables, she paused and heaved a sigh when he mentioned the shop was ready and just required her hand. "I'm trying.." she offered and gave him a smile as she spooned vegetables onto his plate before sliding a piece of fish onto it and then went to slicing the fresh bread.
He knew that she was going thru a period of depression and realizing that, he knew it would take time for her to recuperate… and keeping her hands busy would provide some relief… especially since he would be leaving soon… yet another fact that she knew but he refused to comment upon unless he felt it necessary. He thought that should be able to make it to market, she might be able to overcome the fear she vested in herself.
“Bri my love…” he sat sideways of the table… his hand capturing hers and sat her down in his lap. “You must remember, I love you with all that I am… You are a strong woman, and can conquer obstacles…” he smiled. He had seen the writing material splayed upon the office desk… and knew she was either writing her memoirs, or something he knew not of… “I need you to be strong for me… for concerning myself with your mental state shall diminish my ability to lead and fight…” Rubbing her back a bit, he smiled. “I have seen my Koran left opened… May be you are interested? Allah be praised…” he smiled again. “Upon my return, I shall teach you what you need to know…”
When his hand came out to capture her own, she set the knife down and raised her eyes to his. Dutiful to a fault but she was giving him her undivided attention. There was nothing he said that escaped her notice. It was her love for him, she wanted to be attuned to him and so doing as she was told really was not part of it. As he pulled her into his lap, she brushed her hands against her apron before sliding her arms up his chest and around his neck and leaned her forehead against his as she learned to the purr and roll of his accented voice as he said he loved her and commented on her strength.
Unwinding her arms from his neck, she captured his face in her hands and leaned her lips down to his own for a sweet and simple kiss though it could hardly be called plain. She always kissed him with all the love she possessed in the hopes that within its depths it would speak of the love she could not express in words of what he meant to her. If she could never express it with words then she would do it with a kiss. "I will do anything you ask of me, because I love you. I will be strong for you but I do not need to worry for you, I have faith in you, this is your destiny. Do not worry for me, please. I do not want you to worry for me and deter you from the fight. It will take time but I will be fine, better than fine. As long as you love me, I can make it through anything." When he mentioned seeing his Koran left open she blushed as if she had been caught with her hand in the preverbal cookie jar. "Yes, I have been trying to read it. I would like very much to learn."
“Soon, we shall leave for Fez… but in the meantime, I want to re-establish our faith in one another… to be sure we know that our love has transpired over many obstacles… and yet still, we face more. I think your immediate path lies to Carnia… for if they know not what is coming, they must… In speaking with Captain Ealora, she tells me she sails for the Middle Sea as well… possibly you could ride with her to Carnia… I feel that you shall be safe with her… and once we are finished in Fez… we shall be together again…” he patted her back. “Maybe a visit in Carnia together would be grand. What do you think on the matter?”
She could not help but smile when he said her path lay for Carnia. Though she had said she needed to alert her countrymen to what was truly going on with their so-called allies, she had not mentioned going there. At least not past the ship on their return to Skye and then it could have been just shock and depression that had her talking. He seemed to know her destiny as well as she knew his own but always she had know that while they had separate destinies now in regards to the people of their birth, they had a destiny together as well. "We don't need to re-establish our faith in one another. I will always have faith in you. It is not in me to question what is right and wrong with you, I know what you do, you do because you feel it is right and I trust in that as I trust in you." She kissed him once more before sliding from his lap to finish serving him dinner.
"If you trust Captain Ealora then I will seek her out to see if she can add a passenger for the voyage." She spoke as she added a few slices of bread and laid out a small tub of butter before she was going to collect a pitcher of sweetened with honey and cooled.
"I know not the pirate captain, but tis possible she has what we require. And with the grace of Allah, she will abide with our needs. I am sure she would help us, considering tis also what she seeks."
She was in the process of getting ready to pour it when she stopped dead. "A visit to Carnia? You and I?" She was not surprised really, a little shocked.
After a moment when she realized she was stalling, she poured his tea and then her own she finally took a seat taking a few minutes to think about it. "It would be wonderful, provided we can liberate Carnia from their alliance with Morocco. I'd like you to meet my former Master, he is a good man, like a father to me. He doesn't know I know, but his best friend, is my father and he promised him he would look after me. He was the one who freed me, at least did so in selling me to the midwife of Carnia."
Kamenwati listened to his woman, a smile highlighted by white teeth against a brown skin… nodding to her shocked expression about the visit. “I would like to meet the man cared for you and changed yer life. Allah be praised and His will be done, we shall visit the land of yer birth.”
Not once since their return had they made love to one another… this he missed greatly… but he understood totally… as she had undergone such trauma… Though they lacked the physical intimacy, the mentally intimacy was slowly gaining solid ground.
Once they had finished eating, she cleaned the dishing handing them over to Kam to dry and then she took him up to the roof to sit below the stars. They had not made love since their return and she was grateful that he did not pressure her not that she thought he ever would. Things were comfortable and she knew she did not have to worry if it was on his mind. He never pressured her, things were slow and he loved her in holding her, in kissing her, and yet never pushing for more. As they lounged on the blanket, she lay back against him and then gasped pointing upward. "Look a shooting star" With a wide grin she leaned her head back on his shoulder her whisper in his ear. "Make a wish..."
Taking the material, he dried the dishes and returned them to their places. And as she took his hand, he tossed the material on the table and followed her willingly. Their place upon the roof no longer scarred by the fire, the smell of smoldering wood had long since faded. She lay the blanket out and sat down… and he followed her to the blanket, laying back first, his course hand pulling her back to him.
No sooner than her head lay upon his arm, she pointed out to the sky. Far above, a shooting star streaked across the sky; the meteor burning out on the earth’s atmosphere, but to them, the shooting start escaped their view by passing in the night. “A wish?” he looked at her oddly. He had never heard of such a thing before; but he would smile… Several wishes fluttered thru his mind… everything from her health to a passionate night for them both to a free land for their people. Looking at her sideways, he begins to speak… “I wish for….” Then he is interrupted with a soft finger placed gently against his lips, to which he would place a soft kiss against the tips.