Do You Know What Vulo Tastes Like?
And the number of life is ...
three hundred and sixty
It was several moments before I could see again. My eyelids felt burned away and my eyes dried of any ocular jelly. I simply sat by the fire until shapes started to define themselves .. longer still it took for color and textures to fill in.
I was tired. Mentally and physically. And dawn was just starting to break over the horizon. I kicked dirt over the coals despite the fact they had gone out long before. I saddled and rode Kai in through the bosk towards my own wagon. The entire time I contemplated what punishment the Sky would see fit to visit upon me. At the time I did not care.
It would slap me out of the saddle sooner or later.
It was a relief to know the woman and the tem were not lost to me .. as I had believed. I had no more idea what to do with them now .. or how to find them now ... than I had before. But at least finding them was once more a possibility even if I did not have the means yet. Somewhere in there I knew clues existed and I would ponder them of course. Now the fact that the larl was not with the woman or the tem was not lost to me. I just did not know yet what that meant.
As I rode up to my fires at my wagons .. Oren gave me one of those looks. I just shrugged .. figured she was all bent out of shape for the tattered appearance of my jerkin .. but no .. she glared at my wagon .. then at me. And that is when the scent hit me .. hit Kai too ... he was all excited and I had to muscle him under control and take him away to the kaiila pens before I could return and investigate. Yaz seemed all unconcerned ... which made no sense if what I was smelling was real ... and I went up my steps and shoved the flap aside. The sweet copper tang hit me like I ran into a wall. I had to put my hand up over my mouth as I ducked within.
The entire inside of my wagon had been splattered with blood. The walls of leather .. the polished flooring ... the furs and chests. Everything was in its place ... it was just all covered with blood and the warmth of the Central Fire heating up the leather top of my wagon was not helping the aroma any at all.
I almost slipped on the floor as I was stepping within .. my boot sliding in the warmed ichor and I reached out to brace on the taught leather side and my palm came away slick with it.
Three perfectly white vulo perched on the rim of the copper bowl in the center. The ruffled their feathers at me and cooed softly.
Anyone that knows me .. knows me well ... knows about my little issues and I was instantly one hot motherfucking Tuchuk Haruspex. I reached behind me and tied the flap shut and then I went out of myself just a little.
When it was over my wagon was clean .. the smell was gone ... I had calmed down considerably .... and I had three little vulo roasting in my fire bowl.
three hundred and sixty
It was several moments before I could see again. My eyelids felt burned away and my eyes dried of any ocular jelly. I simply sat by the fire until shapes started to define themselves .. longer still it took for color and textures to fill in.
I was tired. Mentally and physically. And dawn was just starting to break over the horizon. I kicked dirt over the coals despite the fact they had gone out long before. I saddled and rode Kai in through the bosk towards my own wagon. The entire time I contemplated what punishment the Sky would see fit to visit upon me. At the time I did not care.
It would slap me out of the saddle sooner or later.
It was a relief to know the woman and the tem were not lost to me .. as I had believed. I had no more idea what to do with them now .. or how to find them now ... than I had before. But at least finding them was once more a possibility even if I did not have the means yet. Somewhere in there I knew clues existed and I would ponder them of course. Now the fact that the larl was not with the woman or the tem was not lost to me. I just did not know yet what that meant.
As I rode up to my fires at my wagons .. Oren gave me one of those looks. I just shrugged .. figured she was all bent out of shape for the tattered appearance of my jerkin .. but no .. she glared at my wagon .. then at me. And that is when the scent hit me .. hit Kai too ... he was all excited and I had to muscle him under control and take him away to the kaiila pens before I could return and investigate. Yaz seemed all unconcerned ... which made no sense if what I was smelling was real ... and I went up my steps and shoved the flap aside. The sweet copper tang hit me like I ran into a wall. I had to put my hand up over my mouth as I ducked within.
The entire inside of my wagon had been splattered with blood. The walls of leather .. the polished flooring ... the furs and chests. Everything was in its place ... it was just all covered with blood and the warmth of the Central Fire heating up the leather top of my wagon was not helping the aroma any at all.
I almost slipped on the floor as I was stepping within .. my boot sliding in the warmed ichor and I reached out to brace on the taught leather side and my palm came away slick with it.
Three perfectly white vulo perched on the rim of the copper bowl in the center. The ruffled their feathers at me and cooed softly.
Anyone that knows me .. knows me well ... knows about my little issues and I was instantly one hot motherfucking Tuchuk Haruspex. I reached behind me and tied the flap shut and then I went out of myself just a little.
When it was over my wagon was clean .. the smell was gone ... I had calmed down considerably .... and I had three little vulo roasting in my fire bowl.
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