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Clanluna

Chapter 65: Haratumoi

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Mariza hadn’t understood much of Harat’s announcement. But what she had, made her angry.

“Survived my cooking, indeed! I’ll have you know that amongst my people I’m considered a very good cook!” grumbled Mariza before saying the incantations and waving her wand to clean the dishes.

Zariz was out the tipi and on the Cave Bear’s back in an instant as the boy continued to try to lure other children on to Međveđj’s back. Mariza, wondering where Harat had gone, stepped out the tipi and began to stroll through the camp. But then she spotted an old woman holding her hand to her cheek, wincing in pain.

“Here, let me look at that,” said Mariza, as she knelt beside her and pulled on the woman’s jaw. “No, open wide, like this. Aaaaaaa”

Looking in the woman’s mouth she could see that she had a rotten tooth, just as Mariza suspected. Reaching into her bag, Mariza pulled out some datura and a potion. She grabbed one of the woman’s cups and pointed her wand at it.

“Aquementi!” water poured out of her wand and filled the cup.

“Wingardium Leviosa!” Mariza levitated a few stones from the fire into the cup to heat the water, then, added the datura to make a strong anesthetic tea. She handed the cup to the woman and mimed drinking motions. “Drink this.”

She waited until she was certain that the tea had taken effect, then coaxed the woman into opening her mouth again.

“Accio rotten tooth!” the tooth shot out of the woman’s mouth and into Mariza’s hand. She handed it to the old women, then gave her the potion and mimed drinking motions. “Drink this.”

After she drank the potion, the woman got a very surprised look on her face. When Mariza was sure the potion was done she coaxed the woman’s mouth open again and took a look. The potion had worked perfectly and the woman’s new tooth had grown in just the way it was supposed to have.

Mariza heard a girl’s squeal and looked over. Several tents away, she could see Harat and a group of young women. The way s/he moved . . . the way s/he flirted with the girls, swatting one’s rear playfully . . . why hadn’t she seen it before? Harat was a man! Mariza had these kinds of feelings for a man! The very thought of it made her more excited! Had she been wanting to see a woman because she want to Share Pleasures with him? She’d never felt this way about a man before!

But Mariza’s thoughts of pleasures were interrupted when the woman began loudly and excitedly talking to another woman about her tooth. Harat turned to look at her, and Mariza no longer saw a man flirting with some young women, she saw the Harat, the one-who-serves-the-Mother taking a professional interest in what she’d done.

“Ođke pvem ju šmđšć?” asked Harat.

“Ši lwđowk lem ođl đnmwlvmđ tuth kel žšiđ Aj ćedm đlk!” said the old woman. Maratum pvem žšiđ Aj ćedm tuth!”

“Iž špw fučš?” asked Harat.

“Ks Aj heeled hr tuth” (Yes I healed her tooth) said Mariza, who was trying to learn their language.

“Ju wuđ liđćiqa đeke đokqen?” asked Harat.

“Ks, Aj đeke đokqen, (Yes I heal others) replied Mariza. “Anyone špw liđćiqa” (Anyone that willing)

Harat turned his back to Mariza and called out: “EJL IĆLEĐ ĐKFLE HARATUM IĐĆIQ ĆEG ĐEKOĐMĐEK ĐEKEĐLIKĐIK MI KIDIDIJID OĐKE FIPEMIĆIJ.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent healing the various ailments of her hosts. In gratitude, they often brought her gifts, including meat and hides. Mariza had worried about her supplies of things derived from hunting large animals running out. With Zariz traveling with her, there hadn’t been an opportunity to go hunting without him since she left the Đumbleđores. Near the end of the day, Mariza began to worry that they might try and hold a Mother Festival in her honor.

(I hope not! With my daughter sitting on my bladder, the Need that I care about Relieving is the Need to pass water!)

This fear intensified when she noticed people around her were preparing for a feast. So she waved off the rest of the people who wanted healing and went to milk the snorkacks again. She took the bowl of milk, which was sweeter and higher in fat content that cow’s milk and poured in into cups. After accioing enough sticks, she poured the milk into cups, stuck in the sticks and froze it, making ‘milk popcicles’ which she handed out to children as long as she had them.
But when the feast began, she and Zariz and were led to a log by the fire to sit with Harat as women brought food and put it on their plates.

“Aj am sorry,” (I am sorry) said Mariza as Đak pulled another piece of meat off Harat’s plate. “Could hi pvem hež on pleit at ođl fit? Kel ejl Keiv Ber fipemićij hež on bol mš veđetoblž so hi liđćiqa stap begging pipol for ther fuđ.” (Could he have his own plate at my feet? And the Cave Bear needs his own bowl of vegatables so he will stop begging people for their food)

By some miracle, Mariza was able to make herself understood and the animals were fed. And after dinner, when the drumming started, Mariza fear that a Mother festival was starting. But instead there was an evening of entertainment. It started with drumming while a couple of young men did some sort of ritualized dance that involved hitting flaming sticks together. But the first time Mariza got up to go pass water, everyone turned to look at her disappointed.

“Sk, Sk, Aj am just need tugo pass watr.” (No, no, I just need to go pass water) explained Mariza.

When she returned from the trenches, Harat was telling a story.

“kel likiđškij Ber kel Fakš đilker lškišk kowimš lw ejl apemifm ćri kel Ber ćiliw hež hed mi biž nešt! Kel ejl kiđkemijn biž qimiđinj yilđijfine žemđijif xikšiđijfinej wikild vi thei xidi glewijfinđ! Aaa! Aaaa! Aj fijkenfin ju đoe theš wož jupew rikđiđfibinfihjeđ liwliw! Et iž, qkiidkijđnihif Rabet, Aj hav nat rikđiđfibinfihjeđ theš fike lw qođ wentrš!”

Everyone laughed at the ending of Harat’s tale. Seeing that he was finished, a group of men stepped near the fire with reeds cut to different lengths. Each of them blew across the open end of their reed to make a whistling sound in an alternating succession creating a melody of sorts. Mariza had never heard anything like it. No one in the Clanluna was musical.

After the reeds, the drumming started again and a group of women, about Mariza’s age began dancing around the fire. Each of them held a large fur on their back between their outstretched arms as they swayed their hips and rocked their shoulders in a dance that looked like something one of the clanlunae would do. . . except, a redfoot would not do this kind of dance fully clothed. Seeing these women cavort like this was starting to arouse Mariza. As part of the dance, a woman would place herself between Mariza and the fire and look over her left shoulder at the guest of honor with a sultry expression. Mariza suddenly found she need needed to pass water again, but she was able to wait until the dance had ended.

When she got back to the fire, Harat was telling a story again and several other people appeared to be acting out the parts as he narrated.

“kel likiđškij ejl ber yode!” (the young man with the bear cloak on fell onto his back and pretended to be dead) “mi hež stomok!” (the young man rolled over on his stomach as everyone laughed)

Once the story was over the young men in bear cloaks got up off the ground and they and the other actors returned to their logs to sit.

There was a big central fire with logs around it for everyone to sit on. Mariza, Zariz and Harat sat on the biggest log, up front. But in order to accommodate everyone, there were several rows of logs and a circle of smaller fires around the outside edge to keep everyone warm. In the Ice Age, nights here were chilly, even in the summer. In fact, the circle of fires made her so warm that Mariza didn’t need an outer cloak over her summer-dress when she was sitting at the fire.

The next performance was a middle-aged woman who came forward and began a chanting song that everyone joined in on for the chori. Mariza didn’t understand it all, but in appeared to be a history of their people, the Haramutoi, or children of the Deer.

As the song ended a Deer suddenly stood up outside the circle of fires as the drummers played a roll. As it came forward, Mariza realized it was not a deer at all, but a man wearing a costume. His headdress looked like a deer’s head, complete with antlers. The costume was obviously made of the furs of several deer, but Mariza couldn’t see the seams. The drummers changed their beat as the Deer began a dance that sometimes looked like a man dancing like a deer and sometimes made Mariza forget she was watching a man in a costume and not a real Deer. She song became more frenzied and the dancer more Deer-like until, on the ending beat, the Deer stood up on its’ hind legs and Mariza could see Harat’s face!

This was a big surprise to Mariza because she hadn’t noticed when he had gotten up to leave, she had thought he was sitting next to her all this time! But the end of the Deer dance was a signal to the Camp and they began leaving the fire for their tents. Mariza pulled her mammoth cloak over her shoulders.

“Come along Zariz, it’s time for bed,” said Mariza. “Dak! Međveđj!”

Mariza held her son’s hand as she led him and the animals back to her tipi. Međveđj settled himself on the ground outside the tipi, as the Cave Bear usually did. And Đak joined the humans in the tipi. It was a while before Mariza was able to get the blink-dog to settle down and stop apparating. But finally, Đak and Zariz fell asleep. . . Mariza lay there, thinking about Harat . . . she’d never felt this way about a man before. She found the androgynous analog to a clanluna to be fascinating ! She wondered what he would be like during Pleasures? Her daughter kicked again and Mariza suddenly needed to pass water again So she didn’t bother with putting her summer-dress back on. She just wrapped the cloak around her shoulders, for a quick trip to the trenches . . .

Having emptied her bladder, Mariza was walking back through the camp when she bumped into Harat coming out of a tent, making her lose her grip on the cloak, which fell to the ground. He smiled at her and Mariza realized that standing naked before him in the middle of the night might be construed as an invitation to share pleasures . . .

(Why not?) though Mariza, as she held out her hand to him. During the walk back to her tipi, Mariza got more and more excited! After leading him into her tipi, she lay back on her furs and pulled him closer. His kiss was even better than she had fantasized. As he leaned on his side and kissed her, his hands traced over her body . . her neck . . . her breasts . . . her bulging belly . . .her folds . . .He’d driven Mariza wild with excitement! She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her! Mariza pulled up his long tunic, untied his legging and reached in the take his manly hardness in her hands, only to find . . . womanly folds!

Mariza started laughing.

“Ar ju ćiqođikiđšnifje tugo žiyip lem Aj am wumun?” asked Harat. “Wi du nat pvem tu opašiđfij thes ak ju du nat qopis.”

Mariza responded by keeping her hand where it was and pulling Harat in to a deep kiss.

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By the time Mariza had awoken, Harat had dressed again. The way she moved, talked and acted, Mariza still couldn’t tell Harat’s gender if she had not seen, touched, and tasted proof last night when they were Sharing Pleasures.

After a quick trip to the trenches, Mariza prepared them a breakfast. But afterwards, when she stepped out of the tent she began to notice trouble brewing. The first person she saw bowed low and said:

“Lćleđ đkfle Šijđijfijh Haratum!”

“Aj am nat Haratum“ (I’m not Haratum) said Mariza. “Ođl neim iž Mariza“ (My name is Mariza)

“Yes, Haratumariža,” said the women, as she bowed again and retreated.

Thoughout the morning, Mariza noticed that people were starting to treat her like she was Luna. She went back to healing people of various ailments until an old man opened his leggings, pulled out his organ and said:

“Aj am bekđik tođniv miwliđe it šćikif uđ tugo Šiške Piwikewij wip ođl miđ.”

“Engorgio!” a red ray from Mariza’s wand struck the man’s organ and it was suddenly erect and twice its’ normal size.

“Lif! Lif! Ejl Haratumariža mipiđ ođl ofke bićil!” the old man proclaimed.

Mariza was suddenly aware that every man in sight had turned to stare at her . . . the women were running off to go get their men.

“Oh Luna!,” exclaimed Mariza. “Look’s like I’ve overstayed my welcome!”

She waddled as quickly as she could back to the tipi and began shrinking and packing away things. But a crowd of men with exposed organs was gathering, some of them drug there by their mates. Mariza didn’t need to have learned this much of their language to know what they were pleading for.

“Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio!
Zariz, get Međveđj!” yelled Mariza.
“Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio! Engorgio!”

As soon as Zariz parted the crowd riding on the back of the Cave bear, Mariza climbed on behind her son with one hand holding a rope tied to the reins of the Snorkacks. They rode away to the dismayed cries of the Haratumoi.

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Once she had calmed down, Mariza stopped them for a rest. When she thought about it, the Haratumoi weren’t bad people. But the sight of all those men wagging their organs at her had frightened her. Perhaps she should go back? After all, her daughter would be born soon and these people might be good to spend the winter with? Climbing off the Cave Bear’s back. Mariza began poking the dirt with a stick in a geomantic reading. Once she’d added the mothers daughters and resultants, she put them in their houses and read the chart. . . if she continued on, there were people to spend the winter with. Mariza decided to continue on . . .

Over the summer, Mariza found herself riding behind her son on Međveđj more and more as she grew larger. The sea, which had always been to the West, was now on the South. Mariza stopped following the sea and continued East.

Autumn had begun when the contractions started.

(It’s okay. I can do this. I’ve helped lots of women do this) thought Mariza, as she set up the tipi.

“Aaaaaaa!! It’s okay Zariz. Don’t cry. your sister is almost here!” cried Mariza.
The baby came out just fine, but when Mariza tried to push out the placenta, she started bleeding . . . badly!
Mariza reached over and began pulling out shrunken things looking for a the potion that would stop the bleeding. She was glad she’d thought to make it. But she was bleeding too much blood out! She tossed shrunken things around randomly in her search for it . . . she was getting weaker . . . She found it and was able to drink the potion . . . now she needed a blood replenishing potion to replace what she’d lost . . . but she was so sleepy . . . as Mariza lay in a pool of her own blood with her 3-year-old son, newborn daughter, a blink-dog, and a Cave Bear she drifted into unconsciousness as the blackness overtook her. . . . .










Mariza (18) - Other, (Golden blonde hair, sky-blue eyes) Ayla’s daughter, Weech, , Đučaviča’s former 2nd mate. Care prodigy (Stork totem)
---Zariz (3) – ¼ Clan son of Mariza, Weez-ur
------Đak (4) – blink-dog
------Međveđj (2) Cave Bear