For two months, perhaps more, the small one had not been seen at all in the lands of RhyDin.
S'jira had finally gathered enough courage to dare the take up the path that led to Llothgar - to homelands. She had not travelled alone, since courage had not been hers in that great a wealth, but had been lucky enough to find favor from one of the men she knew well by now and worked with on the docks in RhyDin.
As a brother, she saw Garet and had come to laugh again. It was in his strong, but friendly shadow that she had stepped foot within the barbaric lands of Llothgar again. Both had gone as armed as they knew how to be.
And there, they would find the one she knew only as a sister - by blood - though had never seen with her own eyes. It would take the two of them months to find the one the tradesmen called Sha'vuNar, meaning "for whom the drums beat". As all of those in Llothgar, names had meanings and S'jira's was not different meaning "little dancer". Both beyond being sired by the same father...this was where the similarities in them stopped.
Sha'vuNar was found in the village of Ghalmas to the south. Unlike the more warlike peoples of Gracus -and most other nomadic tribes of the lands --that S'jira had been with, Sha'vuNar had been raised by the JaPika -- known for being lovers of people. But they were not to be thought of as weak.
JaPika were more fierce in their fighting than any of the warriors S'jira had ever met, but they held great hatred against those who held others as slaves.
It had not been until the last month that S'jira was in Llothgar that she had seen Sha'vuNar. She had found her not among nomadic ways, but ones more stationary. The JaPika lived in stone-build homes with thickly thatched rooves. Smaller homes encircled a long-house that was known for meetings and others gatherings.
To S'jira's happiness and delight, she had finally found her sister and came to know her under the most peaceful of circumstances. To the amusement of her travelling companion, Garet, the blood-sisters danced, laughed and walked the tall, grassy plains for hours. He would also be witness to the tears that flowed of both happiness of that finding of one another and heartache when it was finally time for S'jira and Garet to leave.
The return back to RhyDin was otherwise uneventful, to the relief of both S'jira and Garet. And within a week of their return, both were back to work without too much dirt stirred about where they had been all that time.
S'jira had finally gathered enough courage to dare the take up the path that led to Llothgar - to homelands. She had not travelled alone, since courage had not been hers in that great a wealth, but had been lucky enough to find favor from one of the men she knew well by now and worked with on the docks in RhyDin.
As a brother, she saw Garet and had come to laugh again. It was in his strong, but friendly shadow that she had stepped foot within the barbaric lands of Llothgar again. Both had gone as armed as they knew how to be.
And there, they would find the one she knew only as a sister - by blood - though had never seen with her own eyes. It would take the two of them months to find the one the tradesmen called Sha'vuNar, meaning "for whom the drums beat". As all of those in Llothgar, names had meanings and S'jira's was not different meaning "little dancer". Both beyond being sired by the same father...this was where the similarities in them stopped.
Sha'vuNar was found in the village of Ghalmas to the south. Unlike the more warlike peoples of Gracus -and most other nomadic tribes of the lands --that S'jira had been with, Sha'vuNar had been raised by the JaPika -- known for being lovers of people. But they were not to be thought of as weak.
JaPika were more fierce in their fighting than any of the warriors S'jira had ever met, but they held great hatred against those who held others as slaves.
It had not been until the last month that S'jira was in Llothgar that she had seen Sha'vuNar. She had found her not among nomadic ways, but ones more stationary. The JaPika lived in stone-build homes with thickly thatched rooves. Smaller homes encircled a long-house that was known for meetings and others gatherings.
To S'jira's happiness and delight, she had finally found her sister and came to know her under the most peaceful of circumstances. To the amusement of her travelling companion, Garet, the blood-sisters danced, laughed and walked the tall, grassy plains for hours. He would also be witness to the tears that flowed of both happiness of that finding of one another and heartache when it was finally time for S'jira and Garet to leave.
The return back to RhyDin was otherwise uneventful, to the relief of both S'jira and Garet. And within a week of their return, both were back to work without too much dirt stirred about where they had been all that time.