now fifteen and she wouldn’t
be able to have her daily chat with him once we left. I would sit
in a corner of the dungeon and listen to them talk to each other
like old friends. I could tell that other bonds were forming.
The Kyrians were in very good health since we
had been monitoring them daily but we were worried about leaving
them for so long without help. I asked my mother to find one of the
maidens that would be trustworthy and sympathetic to make sure
their care continued. She suggested Brynna’s family. Brynna had an
apartment in the keep but she had a younger sister that was about
ten so she visited her often. In addition, they were going to be
Lunamae’s new foster family. The chief dame considered Brynna and
her family very trustworthy and knew she was capable of finishing
up the girl’s learning.
I still hadn’t found male companionship.
Because of the battle, there wasn’t really anyone in the village my
own age. I didn’t want an old man and I didn’t want a child.
Perhaps this trip to Fanarion would open up courting opportunities
for me as well. Being twenty-four I was edging out of the age of
proper childbearing.
“Have you packed everything?” I asked Lunamae
who was sitting next to me in the loft. It was early morning on the
tenth day of Aust. We decided that this would be the best time to
go because we wouldn’t have to worry about storms as much. Logan
had made us leather bags for our journey as something we could use
to pack extra things that wouldn’t be included in our traveling
chests. We were both already dressed and Lunamae decided she wanted
to also wear an apron—heaven knows why. I suspect she wanted to
engage in needlework while we traveled to make the time pass more
quickly but I thought that would be a little dangerous with all the
jerking of the horses.
Lunamae tousled her hair and drew out a
strand. “All but my comb,” she replied. “Where is that blasted
comb?” She crawled around and I couldn’t help but giggle.
“You are sitting on it.”
“Oh,” she said, plucking it from the wooden
planks.
“Would you like me to arrange your hair?” I
wondered. While the journey was going to be made with us in a
coach, it was so much easier to travel with our hair out of the
way. My mother, aunt, Lunamae, and I would be in the coach and
Father was going to be steering it. They had planned a course to
Bexweth Abbey, Harper Wood, then down south to Moir Awin where my
aunt was going to pay her respects to Chieftain Leofric’s family.
Then we would head south to Terrinia in Fanarion and then travel
through the Oycos forest. We would go west after that and enter the
city of Midonia. I expected it to take at least five days so we
made sure we had plenty of fresh clothes. I looked back at Lunamae,
who was deep in thought. “Lunamae?”
“I’m thinking about how I’d like it done. Can
you do a Felyn plait? I saw your mother a few weeks ago with one
and it was lovely. Perhaps one on each side of my head and then
connect it at the nape of my neck so it forms into one? Or you
could follow it in bands above my forehead. That would be
pretty.”
She handed me her comb. “Very well.” I took
the comb in hand and began untangling her hair. My mother didn’t
often do her hair in the style of her kin but it was always special
when she did.
“You’ll do mine too?” I asked Lunamae. It was
something she enjoyed doing, experimenting with different
hairstyles using me as a model.
“Yes, of course,” she replied as I tugged on
a stubborn knot.
“I think you are due for a haircut. It’s
getting unmanageable at this length,” I stated. She just huffed. I
knew she preferred her hair as long as possible but she didn’t want
to be walking on it. It would be troublesome that way. “Do you mind
if I take off a few inches?”
“I suppose,” she said mournfully. I took out
a pair of thread cutters and began working on her hair, making sure
not to take off too much.
“How much
be able to have her daily chat with him once we left. I would sit
in a corner of the dungeon and listen to them talk to each other
like old friends. I could tell that other bonds were forming.
The Kyrians were in very good health since we
had been monitoring them daily but we were worried about leaving
them for so long without help. I asked my mother to find one of the
maidens that would be trustworthy and sympathetic to make sure
their care continued. She suggested Brynna’s family. Brynna had an
apartment in the keep but she had a younger sister that was about
ten so she visited her often. In addition, they were going to be
Lunamae’s new foster family. The chief dame considered Brynna and
her family very trustworthy and knew she was capable of finishing
up the girl’s learning.
I still hadn’t found male companionship.
Because of the battle, there wasn’t really anyone in the village my
own age. I didn’t want an old man and I didn’t want a child.
Perhaps this trip to Fanarion would open up courting opportunities
for me as well. Being twenty-four I was edging out of the age of
proper childbearing.
“Have you packed everything?” I asked Lunamae
who was sitting next to me in the loft. It was early morning on the
tenth day of Aust. We decided that this would be the best time to
go because we wouldn’t have to worry about storms as much. Logan
had made us leather bags for our journey as something we could use
to pack extra things that wouldn’t be included in our traveling
chests. We were both already dressed and Lunamae decided she wanted
to also wear an apron—heaven knows why. I suspect she wanted to
engage in needlework while we traveled to make the time pass more
quickly but I thought that would be a little dangerous with all the
jerking of the horses.
Lunamae tousled her hair and drew out a
strand. “All but my comb,” she replied. “Where is that blasted
comb?” She crawled around and I couldn’t help but giggle.
“You are sitting on it.”
“Oh,” she said, plucking it from the wooden
planks.
“Would you like me to arrange your hair?” I
wondered. While the journey was going to be made with us in a
coach, it was so much easier to travel with our hair out of the
way. My mother, aunt, Lunamae, and I would be in the coach and
Father was going to be steering it. They had planned a course to
Bexweth Abbey, Harper Wood, then down south to Moir Awin where my
aunt was going to pay her respects to Chieftain Leofric’s family.
Then we would head south to Terrinia in Fanarion and then travel
through the Oycos forest. We would go west after that and enter the
city of Midonia. I expected it to take at least five days so we
made sure we had plenty of fresh clothes. I looked back at Lunamae,
who was deep in thought. “Lunamae?”
“I’m thinking about how I’d like it done. Can
you do a Felyn plait? I saw your mother a few weeks ago with one
and it was lovely. Perhaps one on each side of my head and then
connect it at the nape of my neck so it forms into one? Or you
could follow it in bands above my forehead. That would be
pretty.”
She handed me her comb. “Very well.” I took
the comb in hand and began untangling her hair. My mother didn’t
often do her hair in the style of her kin but it was always special
when she did.
“You’ll do mine too?” I asked Lunamae. It was
something she enjoyed doing, experimenting with different
hairstyles using me as a model.
“Yes, of course,” she replied as I tugged on
a stubborn knot.
“I think you are due for a haircut. It’s
getting unmanageable at this length,” I stated. She just huffed. I
knew she preferred her hair as long as possible but she didn’t want
to be walking on it. It would be troublesome that way. “Do you mind
if I take off a few inches?”
“I suppose,” she said mournfully. I took out
a pair of thread cutters and began working on her hair, making sure
not to take off too much.
“How much
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