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Clanluna
Chapter 98: Family Reunion.
Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
As they traveled Trimec continued to try to woo Lamara. But she rebuffed his advances at every turn.
Mariza was able, after a few days of cajoling to coax the others to ride. Lamara rode on Stomp and the men rode on Muta. This allowed them to travel at a much faster pace. Mariza’s food helped keep a fast pace too. When the owls began arriving, (one each day for three days) the Zelandonii were amazed at Mariza’s interaction with them. Her writing and sending them back to her people with letters was no less amazing. And when, the next week, Luna sent her one of her owls, they were amazed again.
Even at their increased pace, it was a few weeks before they encountered more Zeleandonii and a couple of months before they reached the Host cave of the Summer Meeting. And because of their fast pace, they were outracing the news of their amazing method of travel. But spending this time with this group was improving her proficiency in the Zelandonii tongue.
They had been traveling for most of a day when they spotted a hunting party in the distance. When the hunters spotted them, they began running towards Mariza’s group and spreading out like they were going to hunt them. But as they drew closer and saw that there were people on the animal’s backs, the hunters slowed their pace. Mariza noticed that they were all armed with spears and spear-throwers.
“Greetings!” called out Brakulan.
Mariza signaled for the animals to halt and Muta lowered herself so that the men could climb down from her as the women slid off the backs of the horses. Brakulan and Mariza came forward and offered their hands.
“I greet you in the name of the Mother,” said one of the men, as he clasped Mariza’s hands. “I am Rafolon of the 17th Cave of the Zelandoni, son of . . .” He rambled on about his ties for a long time. Mariza returned his greetings with her own, naming her ties and seeing the disbelief in his eyes as she named people he knew from unbelieved legends. Brakulan then introduced his self and named his ties. Once that was done, Mariza said:
“These animals are special and are not for hunting.”
“Can you help us spread the word to the rest of the Summer Meeting?” asked Brakulan.
“So are those Unicorns?” asked Rafolon. “I thought they were supposed to have horns.”
“No, I’m too old to ride a unicorn,” explained Mariza. “These were just ordinary horses before I tamed them. The same with the Mammoth.”
“We’ll spread the word about these animals of yours,” agreed Rafolon. “But I think everyone will want to see them for themselves.”
“Also, can you tell us were the doniers are?” asked Brakulan. “We have some prisoners that need to face justice.”
“Their tent is in the center of the grouping just over that hill,” said Rafolon. “Which of you is the prisoner?”
“Oh, they’re in here,” said Mariza as she pulled the stunned mice out of a saddlebag and showed them to him.
Rafolon just shook his head at her craziness before sending his hunters running back to the Summer meeting to spread the word about the visiting woman and her animals. As they drew closer to the Summer Meeting, more and more people turned out to gawk at them. Once they had seen the tents of the Summer Meeting, Mariza pulled the group back to a field that looked like good grazing for her animals.
“This looks like a good place,” said Mariza, before using her wand to charge four runestones with animal repelling wards. She laid them out in a large area, forming an invisible fence of sorts. She then charged another four runestones with muggle repelling wards and placed them outside the area she had the horses and mammoth in. A large crowd had gathered now and they gasped when she pulled her tipi out of a saddlebag, enlarged it and set it up, aided by levitation from her wand. The crowd ‘Oooed’ and ‘Aaahed’ at her tricks as she performed them. She had just finished setting up the tipi and was about to begin arranging things inside it when a voice said:
“What’s going on here?”
Mairza turned to see an old woman in a tunic elaborately beaded with bone beads. Her face was covered in tattoos, giving her an otherworldly apperance. Mariza set down the saddlebags she’d just carried back from Whinney, just inside the entrance of the tipi and walked up to the woman to exchange greetings.
The Zelandonii of the 17th Cave had a long litany of ties and titles to name before she asked Mariza:
“What’s all this I hear about not hunting animals?”
“I don’t object to hunting animals,” explained Mariza. “I just don’t want people to hunt MY animals. These horses and mammoth are special. I spent a lot of time training them and don’t want them to be hunted.”
“What kind of training?” asked the Donier.
“I’ve taught them to let me ride on their backs,” explained Mariza.
The 17th Z snorted at that.
“I’ll believe that when I see it!”
“Suit yourself,” replied Mariza, turning back to her work.
“Aren’t you going to try to prove me wrong?” asked 17th Z.
“No,” replied Mariza. “I have nothing to prove to you and am too busy anyway. Actually . . . you could be a help to me if you would take these bad men off my hands.”
Mariza reached into her saddlebag and pulled out the three mice and enlarged them, transfigured them back into men and revived them.
“I can see why are saying you’re a Doni,” said 17th Z. “That’s quite an impressive trick. How’d you do it?”
“Magic,” replied Mariza. “I caught these hyenas Forcing a woman. They’d broken the leg of her mate, and made him watch, He pulled both his arms out of joints trying to resist them.”
“Thank you. The Zelandonia will look into this,” said 17th Z before turning to the crowd and asking: “Can I get some men to escort these prisoners to the Donier’s tent?”
Once Mariza had set up camp, she started wandering around the Summer meeting searching for the woman of her dreams. But there were too many people! more than the Clanluna Summer Gathering. And she was told that they were not all here yet.
“Ayla? . . .Ayla!”
Mariza turned to see a crippled man hobbling towards her with the aid of a walking stick. Paleolithic health care and especially Paleolithic dental care had made the middle-aged man look much older that he was. But in spite of his balding gray hair, Mariza felt like she was looking at an older version of Wilmar. He even had Wilmar’s sky-blue eyes.
(He’s got my eyes, just like Wilmar!) Thought Mairza. (Could this be Dyondar? Thonlan always said that Wilmar and I were made from his brother, Dyondar’s, spirit. If that’s true, then this is . . .)
Mariza pulled the man into a fierce hug before releasing him to say:
“You must be Dyondar. I’m Ayla’s daughter, Mariza. Thonlan always said we looked alike. Now I can see that I was made from your spirit. You’re my . . . what’s the Zelandonii word? . . . I can’t remember if there even is one. . . Well the English word is: . . . Father. You’re my father . . . and I’m your daughter.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Jondolar. “Men don’t have children!”
“No, but sometimes a baby gets started when a man and a woman Share Pleasures,” explained Mariza.
But I only Shared Pleasures with Ayla that one time,” protested Jondalar.
“Sometimes that’s all it takes is one time,” replied Mariza.
“But I can’t believe men Bless women with Pleasures!” exclaimed Jondalar. “Do you have any idea how many women I’ve done that with? If all of them were Blessed because they Shared Pleasures with me. That would be a lot of children.”
I’m not certain that it happens that way ever time,” mused Mariza. “Though it certainly happened every time with me. But if there’s something distinct about you and the children of the women you’ve Shared with have it too. That would be a sign that those children are of your spirit. No one had eyes like this before Wilmar and I. Did you Share Pleasures with both Ayla and Iga?”
Jondalar nodded with a shocked look on his face.
“When I was a child, I was the only one with eyes like this! None of the other Zelandoni had them until . . . . until I started performing 1st Rites! The first babies to have eyes like mine were all born to women whose 1st Rites I had performed! Do you realize what this means?”
“I do . . . father . . .” said Mariza.
Jondalar pulled her into a hug saying: “Oh Miza! Miza! You’re my daughter! My own precious daughter!”
“Thank you father,” said Mariza, as she hugged him back. “Oh, and my name is Mariza.”
“I’m sorry Mariza,” said Jondalar, as he released her and looked her in the eyes again. “Wait until my sister hears about this!”
After their initial meeting Jondalar was a frequent visitor at Mariza’s Tipi. He introduced her to his sister and her mate and told him of how his Mother had died years ago and his brother died in a hunting accident just before Laramar became Leader of the 9th cave. His close cousin, Joplaya had died in childbirth and relations had soured between the Lanzodonii and the Zelandonii. So, Jondalar didn’t see members of the Lanzodonii anymore.
One night Mariza vanished the bones of Jondalar’s femur and pelvis and fed him a skelagrow potion. The next morning, his hip was more normal shaped. He still walked with a limp, but he no longer needed his walking stick.
One day, a man approached Mariza with a deformed arm.
“Doni, will you help me?” said the man, as he held up his arm.
Mariza examined his arm carefully before pronouncing:
“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do,” said Mariza. “This is your normal shape. If I vanish the bones and try to re-grow them, they’d just come back the same way. And I can’t transfigure just part of you . . . wait a minute! I can’t transfigure part of you, but I can transfigure all of you into something some this else! Let’s see . . . . man into . . . .mouse, mammoth, moth, moose, mandrill, monkey, mastodon, Maiasaur, Minotaur . . . That’s it!
Sajzov Amenator!”
As red ray shot from the tip of Mariza’s wand, the man began changing. Having only one functional arm, the other had grown stronger to compensate. Now both his arms were as big and muscular as his good arm. His head changed too . . . into that of a bull.
“Moo!” said Lanidar.
“Yes, well that is the drawback,” mused Mariza. “I suppose you could learn to communicate using Clan signs. . .”
“Mooooooo!!!” said Lanidar.
“All right, I’ll change you back,” said Mariza.
“You’re a Doni!” gasped Lanidar, with wide eyes once he was changed back. Then, he ran away.
“Grrr! Not again,” growled Mariza.
“Mariza! Mariza!” called out Brakulan, as he ran up to her. “Have you heard what the Doniers did?”
“No, what did they do?” asked Mariza.
“They bought Balderan’s story!” said Brakulan. “They ruled that since Lamara doesn’t remember the attack, it didn’t happen! And the healers that looked at Trimec said he was lying about his broken leg and arms! Trimec is having to gift Balderan and his men for lying about them!”
“He is?!” said Mariza. “Well we’ll just have to see about that!”
As Mariza stomped off in the direction of the Donier’s tent, the crowd grew thick. There were a lot more people here than when she’d first arrived at the Zelandonii Summer Meeting. She bumped into someone, turned and found herself looking into her own eyes!
She was face-to-face with the woman she’d been having visions of for years! She had wavy black hair and eyes that looked just like Wilmar’s and Dyondar’s. Everyone said she and Wilmar had the same eyes. But it wasn’t just that this woman had eyes the same colour. Mariza was seen two images at once like double vision. One of them was the woman of her dreams, the other image was herself, as seen from the woman’s perspective. She was looking at herself through the other woman’s eyes!
“I . . .I . . . .I . . . Stammered Mariza, before putting her hands on the cheeks of the woman and drawing her into a kiss. . .
Mariza (26) - Other, (Golden blonde hair, sky-blue eyes) Leader, Ayla’s daughter, Weech, Đučaviča’s former 2nd mate. clanluna, redfoot, N: Cr,H,R,Div, Care prodigy (Stork totem)
------ 3 snowy owls (2)
------ Muta (2) Mammoth
------ Whinney – Horse
------ Stomp – Horse
Clanluna
Chapter 98: Family Reunion.
Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
As they traveled Trimec continued to try to woo Lamara. But she rebuffed his advances at every turn.
Mariza was able, after a few days of cajoling to coax the others to ride. Lamara rode on Stomp and the men rode on Muta. This allowed them to travel at a much faster pace. Mariza’s food helped keep a fast pace too. When the owls began arriving, (one each day for three days) the Zelandonii were amazed at Mariza’s interaction with them. Her writing and sending them back to her people with letters was no less amazing. And when, the next week, Luna sent her one of her owls, they were amazed again.
Even at their increased pace, it was a few weeks before they encountered more Zeleandonii and a couple of months before they reached the Host cave of the Summer Meeting. And because of their fast pace, they were outracing the news of their amazing method of travel. But spending this time with this group was improving her proficiency in the Zelandonii tongue.
They had been traveling for most of a day when they spotted a hunting party in the distance. When the hunters spotted them, they began running towards Mariza’s group and spreading out like they were going to hunt them. But as they drew closer and saw that there were people on the animal’s backs, the hunters slowed their pace. Mariza noticed that they were all armed with spears and spear-throwers.
“Greetings!” called out Brakulan.
Mariza signaled for the animals to halt and Muta lowered herself so that the men could climb down from her as the women slid off the backs of the horses. Brakulan and Mariza came forward and offered their hands.
“I greet you in the name of the Mother,” said one of the men, as he clasped Mariza’s hands. “I am Rafolon of the 17th Cave of the Zelandoni, son of . . .” He rambled on about his ties for a long time. Mariza returned his greetings with her own, naming her ties and seeing the disbelief in his eyes as she named people he knew from unbelieved legends. Brakulan then introduced his self and named his ties. Once that was done, Mariza said:
“These animals are special and are not for hunting.”
“Can you help us spread the word to the rest of the Summer Meeting?” asked Brakulan.
“So are those Unicorns?” asked Rafolon. “I thought they were supposed to have horns.”
“No, I’m too old to ride a unicorn,” explained Mariza. “These were just ordinary horses before I tamed them. The same with the Mammoth.”
“We’ll spread the word about these animals of yours,” agreed Rafolon. “But I think everyone will want to see them for themselves.”
“Also, can you tell us were the doniers are?” asked Brakulan. “We have some prisoners that need to face justice.”
“Their tent is in the center of the grouping just over that hill,” said Rafolon. “Which of you is the prisoner?”
“Oh, they’re in here,” said Mariza as she pulled the stunned mice out of a saddlebag and showed them to him.
Rafolon just shook his head at her craziness before sending his hunters running back to the Summer meeting to spread the word about the visiting woman and her animals. As they drew closer to the Summer Meeting, more and more people turned out to gawk at them. Once they had seen the tents of the Summer Meeting, Mariza pulled the group back to a field that looked like good grazing for her animals.
“This looks like a good place,” said Mariza, before using her wand to charge four runestones with animal repelling wards. She laid them out in a large area, forming an invisible fence of sorts. She then charged another four runestones with muggle repelling wards and placed them outside the area she had the horses and mammoth in. A large crowd had gathered now and they gasped when she pulled her tipi out of a saddlebag, enlarged it and set it up, aided by levitation from her wand. The crowd ‘Oooed’ and ‘Aaahed’ at her tricks as she performed them. She had just finished setting up the tipi and was about to begin arranging things inside it when a voice said:
“What’s going on here?”
Mairza turned to see an old woman in a tunic elaborately beaded with bone beads. Her face was covered in tattoos, giving her an otherworldly apperance. Mariza set down the saddlebags she’d just carried back from Whinney, just inside the entrance of the tipi and walked up to the woman to exchange greetings.
The Zelandonii of the 17th Cave had a long litany of ties and titles to name before she asked Mariza:
“What’s all this I hear about not hunting animals?”
“I don’t object to hunting animals,” explained Mariza. “I just don’t want people to hunt MY animals. These horses and mammoth are special. I spent a lot of time training them and don’t want them to be hunted.”
“What kind of training?” asked the Donier.
“I’ve taught them to let me ride on their backs,” explained Mariza.
The 17th Z snorted at that.
“I’ll believe that when I see it!”
“Suit yourself,” replied Mariza, turning back to her work.
“Aren’t you going to try to prove me wrong?” asked 17th Z.
“No,” replied Mariza. “I have nothing to prove to you and am too busy anyway. Actually . . . you could be a help to me if you would take these bad men off my hands.”
Mariza reached into her saddlebag and pulled out the three mice and enlarged them, transfigured them back into men and revived them.
“I can see why are saying you’re a Doni,” said 17th Z. “That’s quite an impressive trick. How’d you do it?”
“Magic,” replied Mariza. “I caught these hyenas Forcing a woman. They’d broken the leg of her mate, and made him watch, He pulled both his arms out of joints trying to resist them.”
“Thank you. The Zelandonia will look into this,” said 17th Z before turning to the crowd and asking: “Can I get some men to escort these prisoners to the Donier’s tent?”
Once Mariza had set up camp, she started wandering around the Summer meeting searching for the woman of her dreams. But there were too many people! more than the Clanluna Summer Gathering. And she was told that they were not all here yet.
“Ayla? . . .Ayla!”
Mariza turned to see a crippled man hobbling towards her with the aid of a walking stick. Paleolithic health care and especially Paleolithic dental care had made the middle-aged man look much older that he was. But in spite of his balding gray hair, Mariza felt like she was looking at an older version of Wilmar. He even had Wilmar’s sky-blue eyes.
(He’s got my eyes, just like Wilmar!) Thought Mairza. (Could this be Dyondar? Thonlan always said that Wilmar and I were made from his brother, Dyondar’s, spirit. If that’s true, then this is . . .)
Mariza pulled the man into a fierce hug before releasing him to say:
“You must be Dyondar. I’m Ayla’s daughter, Mariza. Thonlan always said we looked alike. Now I can see that I was made from your spirit. You’re my . . . what’s the Zelandonii word? . . . I can’t remember if there even is one. . . Well the English word is: . . . Father. You’re my father . . . and I’m your daughter.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Jondolar. “Men don’t have children!”
“No, but sometimes a baby gets started when a man and a woman Share Pleasures,” explained Mariza.
But I only Shared Pleasures with Ayla that one time,” protested Jondalar.
“Sometimes that’s all it takes is one time,” replied Mariza.
“But I can’t believe men Bless women with Pleasures!” exclaimed Jondalar. “Do you have any idea how many women I’ve done that with? If all of them were Blessed because they Shared Pleasures with me. That would be a lot of children.”
I’m not certain that it happens that way ever time,” mused Mariza. “Though it certainly happened every time with me. But if there’s something distinct about you and the children of the women you’ve Shared with have it too. That would be a sign that those children are of your spirit. No one had eyes like this before Wilmar and I. Did you Share Pleasures with both Ayla and Iga?”
Jondalar nodded with a shocked look on his face.
“When I was a child, I was the only one with eyes like this! None of the other Zelandoni had them until . . . . until I started performing 1st Rites! The first babies to have eyes like mine were all born to women whose 1st Rites I had performed! Do you realize what this means?”
“I do . . . father . . .” said Mariza.
Jondalar pulled her into a hug saying: “Oh Miza! Miza! You’re my daughter! My own precious daughter!”
“Thank you father,” said Mariza, as she hugged him back. “Oh, and my name is Mariza.”
“I’m sorry Mariza,” said Jondalar, as he released her and looked her in the eyes again. “Wait until my sister hears about this!”
After their initial meeting Jondalar was a frequent visitor at Mariza’s Tipi. He introduced her to his sister and her mate and told him of how his Mother had died years ago and his brother died in a hunting accident just before Laramar became Leader of the 9th cave. His close cousin, Joplaya had died in childbirth and relations had soured between the Lanzodonii and the Zelandonii. So, Jondalar didn’t see members of the Lanzodonii anymore.
One night Mariza vanished the bones of Jondalar’s femur and pelvis and fed him a skelagrow potion. The next morning, his hip was more normal shaped. He still walked with a limp, but he no longer needed his walking stick.
One day, a man approached Mariza with a deformed arm.
“Doni, will you help me?” said the man, as he held up his arm.
Mariza examined his arm carefully before pronouncing:
“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do,” said Mariza. “This is your normal shape. If I vanish the bones and try to re-grow them, they’d just come back the same way. And I can’t transfigure just part of you . . . wait a minute! I can’t transfigure part of you, but I can transfigure all of you into something some this else! Let’s see . . . . man into . . . .mouse, mammoth, moth, moose, mandrill, monkey, mastodon, Maiasaur, Minotaur . . . That’s it!
Sajzov Amenator!”
As red ray shot from the tip of Mariza’s wand, the man began changing. Having only one functional arm, the other had grown stronger to compensate. Now both his arms were as big and muscular as his good arm. His head changed too . . . into that of a bull.
“Moo!” said Lanidar.
“Yes, well that is the drawback,” mused Mariza. “I suppose you could learn to communicate using Clan signs. . .”
“Mooooooo!!!” said Lanidar.
“All right, I’ll change you back,” said Mariza.
“You’re a Doni!” gasped Lanidar, with wide eyes once he was changed back. Then, he ran away.
“Grrr! Not again,” growled Mariza.
“Mariza! Mariza!” called out Brakulan, as he ran up to her. “Have you heard what the Doniers did?”
“No, what did they do?” asked Mariza.
“They bought Balderan’s story!” said Brakulan. “They ruled that since Lamara doesn’t remember the attack, it didn’t happen! And the healers that looked at Trimec said he was lying about his broken leg and arms! Trimec is having to gift Balderan and his men for lying about them!”
“He is?!” said Mariza. “Well we’ll just have to see about that!”
As Mariza stomped off in the direction of the Donier’s tent, the crowd grew thick. There were a lot more people here than when she’d first arrived at the Zelandonii Summer Meeting. She bumped into someone, turned and found herself looking into her own eyes!
She was face-to-face with the woman she’d been having visions of for years! She had wavy black hair and eyes that looked just like Wilmar’s and Dyondar’s. Everyone said she and Wilmar had the same eyes. But it wasn’t just that this woman had eyes the same colour. Mariza was seen two images at once like double vision. One of them was the woman of her dreams, the other image was herself, as seen from the woman’s perspective. She was looking at herself through the other woman’s eyes!
“I . . .I . . . .I . . . Stammered Mariza, before putting her hands on the cheeks of the woman and drawing her into a kiss. . .
Mariza (26) - Other, (Golden blonde hair, sky-blue eyes) Leader, Ayla’s daughter, Weech, Đučaviča’s former 2nd mate. clanluna, redfoot, N: Cr,H,R,Div, Care prodigy (Stork totem)
------ 3 snowy owls (2)
------ Muta (2) Mammoth
------ Whinney – Horse
------ Stomp – Horse
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