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Clanluna
Chapter 102: ‘thoni
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Thinking that they needed a meal, Mariza started to ask for the other woman’s help:
“Zelan- . . . I’m not sure what to call you. After what happened today, you’re not One-who-serves-the-Mother, at least not for them and I’d say you’re probably not even a member of the 5th Cave of the Zelandonii. So . . . what’s your real name?”
Her response was to burst into tears!
(Now I’ve done it!) thought Mariza, as she put her arms around the woman. (I guess I could have phrased that better)
(You don’t know what it’s like to suddenly find yourself all alone with almost no one!) thought the woman.
“I know a little bit what it’s like,” shared Mariza. (I did, after all, journey for months just to save your baby. And this is not the first journey I’ve taken.) “So what’s your name?”
“Esathonia . . .” sobbed the woman.
(Uh-oh!) thought Mariza
(What’s wrong with my name?) thought Esathonia.
“Nothing . . . it’s just that one of my mates is from a people that call the Great Mother: Thoni,” explained Mariza. (And she’s convinced that I’m her)
(Aren’t you?) thought Esathonia. (Only a Doni could do the things she does)
“No! I’m just a Weech!” protested Mariza. “Lots of people can do the things that I do. Many of them can do them better than me!”
“I’ve never heard of anyone doing the magic you do, except in stories,” chided Esathonia
“And those stories you heard were based on the real experiences of a man who journeyed to meet us,” explained Mariza.
(Wait a minute! did she just say one of her mates is a woman!?!) thought Esathonia. “But women can’t mate other women!”
Just then, Priamen entered the tipi with another load of firewood.
“We’re mated,” stated Mariza. “Our Soul Bond makes us closer than mates. So we are already mated. Of course this doesn’t necessarily mean that you can’t also Share Pleasures with or even mate men. None of my mates only like Sharing Pleasures with women like me. And two of them are mated to a man.” (I can feel how you feel about Priamen. Why don’t you ask him to be one of your mates?)
(Stay out of this!) thought Esathonia. (He’s not the mating type! He’s too wild . . .)
“Wait! I don’t think I understood that right,” protested Priamen. “Are you saying that you are mated to four different women!?! And two of them are mated to a man?”
“Five women now,” said Mariza, holding Esathonia’s hand. “Of course, If you’d be interested in making our arrangement more permanent, I think we might be able to find a place for you. . .”
“ . . . let me consider it for awhile . . .” said Priamen.
(she’s ruined everything!) thought Esathonia.
(No I haven’t) thought Mariza. (He’s just trying not to seem over eager. I can read his Clan signs and he’s very excited about the idea!)
Esathonia lunged at Priamen and pulled him into a hug. This had the effect of someone giving the Signal. Dinner would have to wait until after Pleasures.
As the three of them lay in the sleeping furs curled up together, Priamen asked:
“So tell me about these other women you’re mated to . . .”
“Well, Zurbgranaza is my1st Ranked mate,” began Mariza. “Though I suppose Esathonia has now displaced her. She was already mated to a man when we fell in love. Her mother is our clan’s medicine woman, though she’s one too. When her mate died, she agreed to be mated to me. She still Shares Pleasures with men when she has the Need. But is only mated to me. She’s helping to take care of my daughters right now. She has four of her own.
Đučaviča has been a friend of mine since we were girls. She was my first lover, even before my 1st Rites. I was mated to her for a winter. But now she’s come back into my life. She didn’t like living in the cave, so she built herself and Đebotiča a separate cave made of piled stones. Her mother is članluna of Đumbleđore Član, one of the other clans of my people. While I’ve been gone, she and Zurbgranaza have become quite close. At least that’s what their owls say”
“Owls?” asked Priamen.
“Anyway,” continued Mariza. “Vezava has been pursuing me since before she was a woman. She’s convinced that I am a Doni, which her first people called Thoni. She’s become One-who-Serves-the-Mother, but insists we call her clanmariza, not clanluna. She’s been wanting to mate me for years, but I wouldn’t let her, so she mated a man named Zuradan. But that hasn’t stopped her pursuit of me. She’s been acting like my mate for a long time, but I wouldn’t let her make it true until just before I left. She’s got three children like me.
Đebotiča, I really don’t know at all. She was co-mated to the same man as Đučaviča. After he died the two of them mated me. But that was just before I left so I didn’t really get a chance to know her. Vezava agreed to Share and co-mate with her and Zuradan and I hear that the three of them have become very close while I have been gone. She only has two daughters thus far.”
“So if you’re mated to all these women, then how do they decide who sleeps with who?” asked Priamen.
“No, tell me more about the children!” asked Esathonia.
“Well I was Blessed with my oldest, Zariz, at my 1st Rites.” said Mariza. “He’s a Weez-ur, so right now he’s living with Luna’s Abraxas Clan to get his magical training. I was Blessed with Širiža after I Shared Pleasures with Đučaviča’s mate at the Mother Festival during the winter I spent with the Đumbleđore Član. She loves helping me with the animals. I was Blessed with Vantha after one of Vezava’s original people Forced me. Her owls are getting more and more articulate each time. Then, there’s the twins. . . I was Blessed with them when you and I first Shared Pleasures with the help of that large group of men.”
Mariza patted her belly where her twin daughters were going to be.
“How do you know when you were Blessed?” asked Esathonia, as she blushed at the memory of her participation in a spontaneous public orgy.
“I can feel it when Luna Blesses me,” replied Mariza. “I get a surge of my child’s memories. But since I’m seeing their whole life at once, I don’t retain much. But when I experience something with my child, I remember it from that first time I saw it in my baby’s future memories.”
After dinner, the three of them Shared Pleasures until they fell asleep.
Mariza woke to the sound of women screaming in pain. When she realized that she was one of them and why, she was able to exert enough self control to stop screaming in pain. It felt like her skin was on fire! Esathonia was lying on the opposite side of Priamen screaming continuously and thrashing about violently!
“What’s wrong!?! What’s wrong!?!?” asked Priamen, in Sungaean.
Mariza didn’t take time to explain it to him. She just crawled over him and turned Esathonia on her side pressing the skin of her front side against the other woman’s bare back. Her right arm was under Esathonia’s neck and reached down to cup her breast. Mariza’s left hand worked its’ way between her legs and parted Esathonia’s folds so she could get a finger on the Pleasure spot. Mariza then pretended she was charging a rune-stone, channeling as much of her magic as she could, wandlessly. Esathonia’ screams began to subside.
“Aaaahhhgggg!!! Aah! Oooh! Oh! What- . . . What happened to us?” asked Esathonia.
“I’d like to know too,” said Priamen.
“This sometimes happens when a Soul Bond starts,” explained Mariza. “But I’ve never heard of it being so bad before. Newly Soul bonded people sometimes experience intense pain when they try to sleep unless they are touching. The more skin we have touching,the less strong the pain is. I think the worse is over.”
Mariza started to take her left had away so she wouldn’t be touching Esathonia so intimately. But the other woman grabbed her hand and pulled it back to her.
“Don’t stop!” begged Esathonia.
“If I don’t we’ll end up Sharing Pleasures again,” protested Mariza.
“I don’t mind,” replied Esathonia.
“But we’ve got to sleep sometime!” protested Mariza.
“Aww, come on!” Whined Esathonia. “I’ll lick you . . .”
“Oh, all right,” said Mariza.
But in the Sharing that followed, Mariza used a redfoot trick to make both Esathonia and Priamen finish quickly so they could get some sleep.
The next morning, Mariza took time to enlarge and examine all the things they had with them. She’d used up the food she had brought with her when she started this journey. And Esathonia had made no provisions at all for a long journey. Any food reserves she had accumulated, she had left back at the 5th Cave when she went to the Zelandonii Summer Meeting. And taking care of a baby had not offered her opportunities to go hunting.
Priamen had accumulated a large amount of goods he had traded for at his fa’lodge. But when he divided the trades, he took things of great value like finely made knives for him self. He’d planned to trade them for food over the winter. And they still could if they met people along the way.
They were greatly helped by the fact that Mariza had shrunken and taken the lean-to’s and possessions of the Clan at the fa’lodge. Gond, the man of the Clan, had no interest in pretty trinkets or Others style tools. So he had taken as his share of the trades, dried meat, which he had planned to take back to his Clan at the end of summer. They had enough meat, that there was a good chance they could travel without stopping to hunt along the way . . . unless they wanted fresh meat. But if they wanted any fruits or vegetables in their diet, they’d have to gather them as they traveled. The lean-to’s of the Clan would be useful too: as a source of hides and the pole could be used as firewood.
Once they’d looked through it all, Mariza packed it all more orderly and magically shrunk it for easier carrying.
In order to facilitate foraging as they traveled. Mariza taught the other two how to ride by themselves. This way, the women each rode a horse while Priamen rode the mammoth. It was easier for Mariza to get on and off the horse to forage as they traveled.
The arrival of an owl with a bundle of letters from her Clan gave Mariza an opportunity to teach the other two about writing. And at night, when they weren’t Sharing Pleasures in every combination, Mariza would teach them how to write and other things about her people.
It had surprised that she now enjoyed Sharing Pleasures with Priamen, even though he was a man, almost as much as it surprised Esathonia that she now liked Sharing Pleasures with Mariza.
“Now Listen, there is a lot more to being One-who-Serves-the-Mother than just Pleasures!” insisted Esathonia, as Mariza outlined her duties as a clanluna. “Who deals with the spirit world?”
“The mog-ur does that,” explained Mariza.
“What about healing?” asked Esathonia.
“The medicine woman does that,” explained Mariza. Our clan has three of them, one of whom, happens to be me. Also Weeches can make healing potions of various sorts. According to the owls I’ve gotten, my clan had to trade for them at the last Summer Gathering. Without me, they don’t have anyone who can brew potions. At least not until my daughters are a little older.”
“Who keeps your oral history?” asked Esathonia.
“Our what?” asked Mariza.
“Who remembers the old things so that you’ll know who painted which Cave and why?” asked Esathonia.
“Oh, People of the Clan remember old things,” explained Mariza. “And the mog-urs can help men of the clan remember really obscure things. But why would someone paint a cave?”
“To guide the spirits to the people and tell them what the people need,” explained Esathonia. “Don’t your people paint the walls of your cave?”
“No. I did see that Luna had painted her tipi at the last Summer Gathering I was at but I never thought of painting a Cave before.” said Mariza. It occurs to me that My clan, and the one I grew up in were very lucky to have mog-urs and medicine women, but some of the other clans didn’t and in those the clanluna did those things. For example, my mate, Đučaviča was a članluna of Đumbleđore Član and she’d do healing and deal with the spirits for her people.”
“What about music?” asked Esathonia.
“What is music?” asked Mariza.
“Singing or making sweet sounding tones with instruments,” explained Esathonia.
“Oh, the clanlunae don’t sing,” said Mariza. “I guess because Iga The Clanluna is unable to make sounds and she started the idea of having One-who-Serves-the-Mother for our people.”
“Well, as a Donier, my specialty was remembering what the cave paintings mean,” said Esathonia. “I don’t suppose I’ll have a use for that knowledge now. And I can’t paint. Believe me, I’ve tried. But my pictures always look too realistic!”
“Can you show me?” asked Mariza.
“I’d need some paints and a space bit of leather to paint on,” said Esathonia.
A few days later, when they had gathered together the necessary supplies, Esathonia showed them what she could do. She didn’t have all the colours she wanted. but the red and black painting showed a clear resemblance to Mariza. And it wasn’t like Luna’s style, which looked like a cross of matisse and Van Gough. Esathonia’s style was ultra-realistic, like a photograph. But since is wasn’t the codified style currently favored by the Zelandonii, Esathonia had been convinced she was a bad artist.
“Esathonia, that is a amazing!” exclaimed Mariza. “Can we shorten your name a bit? Esathonia is such a mouthful. Do you mind it we call you ‘thoni when we’re being informal?”
“I don’t mind,” said Esathonia. “Especially when you say things like: lick me ‘thoni!”
“All right, lick me ‘thoni!” said Priamen, as he pulled off his leggings.
Another round of Pleasures had started. Mariza knew that nothing more productive would be accomplished tonight. By the time they were done, they’d all be too tired do anything but sleep. Mariza resolved to obtain more pigments for ‘thoni’s painting. Esathonia responded to her thoughts by becoming even more affectionate.
One day Mariza was awoken by Esathonia’s erotic dream about Priamen. She opened her eyes to find herself staring into the eyes of Esathonia.
(maybe I’ll go flying. This would be a good morning for that) thought Mariza. (and it would give ‘thoni some privacy with Priamen)
(Thank you) thought Esathonia.
(any time you want) thought Mariza, as she reached into her bag, pulled out her shrunken broom and a warming potion. She didn’t bother with getting dressed and stepped out of the tipi.
As Esathonia began trying to pleasure Priamen awake, Mariza began rubbing her body with the warming potion. When Priamen was awake enough to respond to Esathonia’s ministrations, Mariza could feel it too. As Priamen kissed and caressed Esathonia’s body, Mariza rubbed the warming potion onto her body. She was taking her time putting the potion on as the sensations Esathonia was experiencing washed over her. Subconsciously, she was rubbing the potion onto herself in the same places that Priamen was touching Esathonia. Mariza didn’t realize that some of the pleasurable sensations were coming from her self until she pinched her own left nipple. Mariza’s attention pulled back to herself she took note of what she had been doing. Her right hand had been rubbing the potion on her left breast before she’d pinched herself. Her left hand was between her legs, lightly brushing the tips of the hairs. . . . just like Priamen was doing with Esathonia.
(Think that is a enough potion for me) thought Mariza, embarrassed that she’d caught herself being so selfish as to Pleasure herself. She knew that if she asked, they’d welcome her. But she wanted to give Esathonia some time alone with Priamen.
Mariza enlarged the broom and tucked her wand back behind her ear. She placed the broom between her legs just and Priamen entered Esathonia. Mariza kicked off and flew into the air. As she flew through the air in dives and loops, Mariza could feel Priamen thrusting into Esathonia.
“Stop! Stop!” begged Esathonia, as she opened her eyes and patted Priamen’s shoulder to push him away.
“What’s wrong?” asked Priamen, who had stopped thrusting but was still inside her.
“I think something’s wrong with Mariza,” said Esathonia, closing her eyes so she could look through Mariza’s eyes again. “We’ve got to go save her! Now get off me!”
As soon as Priamen let her up, Esathonia rushed out of the tipi. She had to bend over in order make it out of the entrance hole of the tipi. As soon as she was out the door, she looked up. What she saw, made her fall to her knees.
There, in the sky, was Mariza, naked, flying through the air on her broom in dives, loops and rolls.
“I saw in her mind that she was going flying . . . . but I never believed!” said Esathonia.
Sensing Esathonia’s distress, Mariza brought her broom down to land in front of her.
“Oh Doni!” proclaimed Esathonia, in adoration as she looked up at Mariza.
(Oh Luna! Here we go again!) thought Mariza.
Summer became Autumn turned into winter as they continued their journey. They grew to know more about each other as Mariza taug
Traveling
Mariza (27) - 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 (3)
------ Muta (3)- Mammoth
------ Whinney – Horse
------ Stomp – Horse
Esathonia (18) – Other, former Zelandoni the lessor of the 5th Cave of the Zelandonii, Daughter of Magora, born to the Hearth of Ladekan, Mother of Krebala, Sister of Farosan
---Krebala (0) – ½ Clan, Esathonia’s daughter
Priamenedesatyr (30) – Other, Themiseleneris of the Sungaea’s son, Master Trader, Killed by Mara/Gaea, resurrected by Luna
The picture didn’t look as good as the dish did. The Specials are named after specific cave-people. In this case, “Gloria” (named after their best skull, a woman of the Clan) was a pork steak covered in a tan sauce with mushrooms neatly covering it. I also tasted “Lucy” a pork steak in a red wine sause, served with gnoči. The best thing I’ve ever tasted! (tastes like Marthona helped Ayla cook it)
Chapter 102: ‘thoni
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Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
Thinking that they needed a meal, Mariza started to ask for the other woman’s help:
“Zelan- . . . I’m not sure what to call you. After what happened today, you’re not One-who-serves-the-Mother, at least not for them and I’d say you’re probably not even a member of the 5th Cave of the Zelandonii. So . . . what’s your real name?”
Her response was to burst into tears!
(Now I’ve done it!) thought Mariza, as she put her arms around the woman. (I guess I could have phrased that better)
(You don’t know what it’s like to suddenly find yourself all alone with almost no one!) thought the woman.
“I know a little bit what it’s like,” shared Mariza. (I did, after all, journey for months just to save your baby. And this is not the first journey I’ve taken.) “So what’s your name?”
“Esathonia . . .” sobbed the woman.
(Uh-oh!) thought Mariza
(What’s wrong with my name?) thought Esathonia.
“Nothing . . . it’s just that one of my mates is from a people that call the Great Mother: Thoni,” explained Mariza. (And she’s convinced that I’m her)
(Aren’t you?) thought Esathonia. (Only a Doni could do the things she does)
“No! I’m just a Weech!” protested Mariza. “Lots of people can do the things that I do. Many of them can do them better than me!”
“I’ve never heard of anyone doing the magic you do, except in stories,” chided Esathonia
“And those stories you heard were based on the real experiences of a man who journeyed to meet us,” explained Mariza.
(Wait a minute! did she just say one of her mates is a woman!?!) thought Esathonia. “But women can’t mate other women!”
Just then, Priamen entered the tipi with another load of firewood.
“We’re mated,” stated Mariza. “Our Soul Bond makes us closer than mates. So we are already mated. Of course this doesn’t necessarily mean that you can’t also Share Pleasures with or even mate men. None of my mates only like Sharing Pleasures with women like me. And two of them are mated to a man.” (I can feel how you feel about Priamen. Why don’t you ask him to be one of your mates?)
(Stay out of this!) thought Esathonia. (He’s not the mating type! He’s too wild . . .)
“Wait! I don’t think I understood that right,” protested Priamen. “Are you saying that you are mated to four different women!?! And two of them are mated to a man?”
“Five women now,” said Mariza, holding Esathonia’s hand. “Of course, If you’d be interested in making our arrangement more permanent, I think we might be able to find a place for you. . .”
“ . . . let me consider it for awhile . . .” said Priamen.
(she’s ruined everything!) thought Esathonia.
(No I haven’t) thought Mariza. (He’s just trying not to seem over eager. I can read his Clan signs and he’s very excited about the idea!)
Esathonia lunged at Priamen and pulled him into a hug. This had the effect of someone giving the Signal. Dinner would have to wait until after Pleasures.
As the three of them lay in the sleeping furs curled up together, Priamen asked:
“So tell me about these other women you’re mated to . . .”
“Well, Zurbgranaza is my1st Ranked mate,” began Mariza. “Though I suppose Esathonia has now displaced her. She was already mated to a man when we fell in love. Her mother is our clan’s medicine woman, though she’s one too. When her mate died, she agreed to be mated to me. She still Shares Pleasures with men when she has the Need. But is only mated to me. She’s helping to take care of my daughters right now. She has four of her own.
Đučaviča has been a friend of mine since we were girls. She was my first lover, even before my 1st Rites. I was mated to her for a winter. But now she’s come back into my life. She didn’t like living in the cave, so she built herself and Đebotiča a separate cave made of piled stones. Her mother is članluna of Đumbleđore Član, one of the other clans of my people. While I’ve been gone, she and Zurbgranaza have become quite close. At least that’s what their owls say”
“Owls?” asked Priamen.
“Anyway,” continued Mariza. “Vezava has been pursuing me since before she was a woman. She’s convinced that I am a Doni, which her first people called Thoni. She’s become One-who-Serves-the-Mother, but insists we call her clanmariza, not clanluna. She’s been wanting to mate me for years, but I wouldn’t let her, so she mated a man named Zuradan. But that hasn’t stopped her pursuit of me. She’s been acting like my mate for a long time, but I wouldn’t let her make it true until just before I left. She’s got three children like me.
Đebotiča, I really don’t know at all. She was co-mated to the same man as Đučaviča. After he died the two of them mated me. But that was just before I left so I didn’t really get a chance to know her. Vezava agreed to Share and co-mate with her and Zuradan and I hear that the three of them have become very close while I have been gone. She only has two daughters thus far.”
“So if you’re mated to all these women, then how do they decide who sleeps with who?” asked Priamen.
“No, tell me more about the children!” asked Esathonia.
“Well I was Blessed with my oldest, Zariz, at my 1st Rites.” said Mariza. “He’s a Weez-ur, so right now he’s living with Luna’s Abraxas Clan to get his magical training. I was Blessed with Širiža after I Shared Pleasures with Đučaviča’s mate at the Mother Festival during the winter I spent with the Đumbleđore Član. She loves helping me with the animals. I was Blessed with Vantha after one of Vezava’s original people Forced me. Her owls are getting more and more articulate each time. Then, there’s the twins. . . I was Blessed with them when you and I first Shared Pleasures with the help of that large group of men.”
Mariza patted her belly where her twin daughters were going to be.
“How do you know when you were Blessed?” asked Esathonia, as she blushed at the memory of her participation in a spontaneous public orgy.
“I can feel it when Luna Blesses me,” replied Mariza. “I get a surge of my child’s memories. But since I’m seeing their whole life at once, I don’t retain much. But when I experience something with my child, I remember it from that first time I saw it in my baby’s future memories.”
After dinner, the three of them Shared Pleasures until they fell asleep.
Mariza woke to the sound of women screaming in pain. When she realized that she was one of them and why, she was able to exert enough self control to stop screaming in pain. It felt like her skin was on fire! Esathonia was lying on the opposite side of Priamen screaming continuously and thrashing about violently!
“What’s wrong!?! What’s wrong!?!?” asked Priamen, in Sungaean.
Mariza didn’t take time to explain it to him. She just crawled over him and turned Esathonia on her side pressing the skin of her front side against the other woman’s bare back. Her right arm was under Esathonia’s neck and reached down to cup her breast. Mariza’s left hand worked its’ way between her legs and parted Esathonia’s folds so she could get a finger on the Pleasure spot. Mariza then pretended she was charging a rune-stone, channeling as much of her magic as she could, wandlessly. Esathonia’ screams began to subside.
“Aaaahhhgggg!!! Aah! Oooh! Oh! What- . . . What happened to us?” asked Esathonia.
“I’d like to know too,” said Priamen.
“This sometimes happens when a Soul Bond starts,” explained Mariza. “But I’ve never heard of it being so bad before. Newly Soul bonded people sometimes experience intense pain when they try to sleep unless they are touching. The more skin we have touching,the less strong the pain is. I think the worse is over.”
Mariza started to take her left had away so she wouldn’t be touching Esathonia so intimately. But the other woman grabbed her hand and pulled it back to her.
“Don’t stop!” begged Esathonia.
“If I don’t we’ll end up Sharing Pleasures again,” protested Mariza.
“I don’t mind,” replied Esathonia.
“But we’ve got to sleep sometime!” protested Mariza.
“Aww, come on!” Whined Esathonia. “I’ll lick you . . .”
“Oh, all right,” said Mariza.
But in the Sharing that followed, Mariza used a redfoot trick to make both Esathonia and Priamen finish quickly so they could get some sleep.
The next morning, Mariza took time to enlarge and examine all the things they had with them. She’d used up the food she had brought with her when she started this journey. And Esathonia had made no provisions at all for a long journey. Any food reserves she had accumulated, she had left back at the 5th Cave when she went to the Zelandonii Summer Meeting. And taking care of a baby had not offered her opportunities to go hunting.
Priamen had accumulated a large amount of goods he had traded for at his fa’lodge. But when he divided the trades, he took things of great value like finely made knives for him self. He’d planned to trade them for food over the winter. And they still could if they met people along the way.
They were greatly helped by the fact that Mariza had shrunken and taken the lean-to’s and possessions of the Clan at the fa’lodge. Gond, the man of the Clan, had no interest in pretty trinkets or Others style tools. So he had taken as his share of the trades, dried meat, which he had planned to take back to his Clan at the end of summer. They had enough meat, that there was a good chance they could travel without stopping to hunt along the way . . . unless they wanted fresh meat. But if they wanted any fruits or vegetables in their diet, they’d have to gather them as they traveled. The lean-to’s of the Clan would be useful too: as a source of hides and the pole could be used as firewood.
Once they’d looked through it all, Mariza packed it all more orderly and magically shrunk it for easier carrying.
In order to facilitate foraging as they traveled. Mariza taught the other two how to ride by themselves. This way, the women each rode a horse while Priamen rode the mammoth. It was easier for Mariza to get on and off the horse to forage as they traveled.
The arrival of an owl with a bundle of letters from her Clan gave Mariza an opportunity to teach the other two about writing. And at night, when they weren’t Sharing Pleasures in every combination, Mariza would teach them how to write and other things about her people.
It had surprised that she now enjoyed Sharing Pleasures with Priamen, even though he was a man, almost as much as it surprised Esathonia that she now liked Sharing Pleasures with Mariza.
“Now Listen, there is a lot more to being One-who-Serves-the-Mother than just Pleasures!” insisted Esathonia, as Mariza outlined her duties as a clanluna. “Who deals with the spirit world?”
“The mog-ur does that,” explained Mariza.
“What about healing?” asked Esathonia.
“The medicine woman does that,” explained Mariza. Our clan has three of them, one of whom, happens to be me. Also Weeches can make healing potions of various sorts. According to the owls I’ve gotten, my clan had to trade for them at the last Summer Gathering. Without me, they don’t have anyone who can brew potions. At least not until my daughters are a little older.”
“Who keeps your oral history?” asked Esathonia.
“Our what?” asked Mariza.
“Who remembers the old things so that you’ll know who painted which Cave and why?” asked Esathonia.
“Oh, People of the Clan remember old things,” explained Mariza. “And the mog-urs can help men of the clan remember really obscure things. But why would someone paint a cave?”
“To guide the spirits to the people and tell them what the people need,” explained Esathonia. “Don’t your people paint the walls of your cave?”
“No. I did see that Luna had painted her tipi at the last Summer Gathering I was at but I never thought of painting a Cave before.” said Mariza. It occurs to me that My clan, and the one I grew up in were very lucky to have mog-urs and medicine women, but some of the other clans didn’t and in those the clanluna did those things. For example, my mate, Đučaviča was a članluna of Đumbleđore Član and she’d do healing and deal with the spirits for her people.”
“What about music?” asked Esathonia.
“What is music?” asked Mariza.
“Singing or making sweet sounding tones with instruments,” explained Esathonia.
“Oh, the clanlunae don’t sing,” said Mariza. “I guess because Iga The Clanluna is unable to make sounds and she started the idea of having One-who-Serves-the-Mother for our people.”
“Well, as a Donier, my specialty was remembering what the cave paintings mean,” said Esathonia. “I don’t suppose I’ll have a use for that knowledge now. And I can’t paint. Believe me, I’ve tried. But my pictures always look too realistic!”
“Can you show me?” asked Mariza.
“I’d need some paints and a space bit of leather to paint on,” said Esathonia.
A few days later, when they had gathered together the necessary supplies, Esathonia showed them what she could do. She didn’t have all the colours she wanted. but the red and black painting showed a clear resemblance to Mariza. And it wasn’t like Luna’s style, which looked like a cross of matisse and Van Gough. Esathonia’s style was ultra-realistic, like a photograph. But since is wasn’t the codified style currently favored by the Zelandonii, Esathonia had been convinced she was a bad artist.
“Esathonia, that is a amazing!” exclaimed Mariza. “Can we shorten your name a bit? Esathonia is such a mouthful. Do you mind it we call you ‘thoni when we’re being informal?”
“I don’t mind,” said Esathonia. “Especially when you say things like: lick me ‘thoni!”
“All right, lick me ‘thoni!” said Priamen, as he pulled off his leggings.
Another round of Pleasures had started. Mariza knew that nothing more productive would be accomplished tonight. By the time they were done, they’d all be too tired do anything but sleep. Mariza resolved to obtain more pigments for ‘thoni’s painting. Esathonia responded to her thoughts by becoming even more affectionate.
One day Mariza was awoken by Esathonia’s erotic dream about Priamen. She opened her eyes to find herself staring into the eyes of Esathonia.
(maybe I’ll go flying. This would be a good morning for that) thought Mariza. (and it would give ‘thoni some privacy with Priamen)
(Thank you) thought Esathonia.
(any time you want) thought Mariza, as she reached into her bag, pulled out her shrunken broom and a warming potion. She didn’t bother with getting dressed and stepped out of the tipi.
As Esathonia began trying to pleasure Priamen awake, Mariza began rubbing her body with the warming potion. When Priamen was awake enough to respond to Esathonia’s ministrations, Mariza could feel it too. As Priamen kissed and caressed Esathonia’s body, Mariza rubbed the warming potion onto her body. She was taking her time putting the potion on as the sensations Esathonia was experiencing washed over her. Subconsciously, she was rubbing the potion onto herself in the same places that Priamen was touching Esathonia. Mariza didn’t realize that some of the pleasurable sensations were coming from her self until she pinched her own left nipple. Mariza’s attention pulled back to herself she took note of what she had been doing. Her right hand had been rubbing the potion on her left breast before she’d pinched herself. Her left hand was between her legs, lightly brushing the tips of the hairs. . . . just like Priamen was doing with Esathonia.
(Think that is a enough potion for me) thought Mariza, embarrassed that she’d caught herself being so selfish as to Pleasure herself. She knew that if she asked, they’d welcome her. But she wanted to give Esathonia some time alone with Priamen.
Mariza enlarged the broom and tucked her wand back behind her ear. She placed the broom between her legs just and Priamen entered Esathonia. Mariza kicked off and flew into the air. As she flew through the air in dives and loops, Mariza could feel Priamen thrusting into Esathonia.
“Stop! Stop!” begged Esathonia, as she opened her eyes and patted Priamen’s shoulder to push him away.
“What’s wrong?” asked Priamen, who had stopped thrusting but was still inside her.
“I think something’s wrong with Mariza,” said Esathonia, closing her eyes so she could look through Mariza’s eyes again. “We’ve got to go save her! Now get off me!”
As soon as Priamen let her up, Esathonia rushed out of the tipi. She had to bend over in order make it out of the entrance hole of the tipi. As soon as she was out the door, she looked up. What she saw, made her fall to her knees.
There, in the sky, was Mariza, naked, flying through the air on her broom in dives, loops and rolls.
“I saw in her mind that she was going flying . . . . but I never believed!” said Esathonia.
Sensing Esathonia’s distress, Mariza brought her broom down to land in front of her.
“Oh Doni!” proclaimed Esathonia, in adoration as she looked up at Mariza.
(Oh Luna! Here we go again!) thought Mariza.
Summer became Autumn turned into winter as they continued their journey. They grew to know more about each other as Mariza taug
Traveling
Mariza (27) - 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 (3)
------ Muta (3)- Mammoth
------ Whinney – Horse
------ Stomp – Horse
Esathonia (18) – Other, former Zelandoni the lessor of the 5th Cave of the Zelandonii, Daughter of Magora, born to the Hearth of Ladekan, Mother of Krebala, Sister of Farosan
---Krebala (0) – ½ Clan, Esathonia’s daughter
Priamenedesatyr (30) – Other, Themiseleneris of the Sungaea’s son, Master Trader, Killed by Mara/Gaea, resurrected by Luna
The picture didn’t look as good as the dish did. The Specials are named after specific cave-people. In this case, “Gloria” (named after their best skull, a woman of the Clan) was a pork steak covered in a tan sauce with mushrooms neatly covering it. I also tasted “Lucy” a pork steak in a red wine sause, served with gnoči. The best thing I’ve ever tasted! (tastes like Marthona helped Ayla cook it)
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