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Clancreb
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling
Chapter 44: Uba returns
Broud was about to lead the Hunters of a hunt, so Harr went into the cave to get his broom so that he could scout out game. Suddenly there was a:
Pop!
And Uba appeared in Broud’s hearth holding two children. Uba had apparated! Uba was a weech!
Harr turned towards her, she seemed to be looking around. When she spotted him, she ran towards him.
“Harri!” squealed Uba, as she pulled him in a light hug, careful not to crush her baby between them.
Harr was quite surprised at this display from Uba. Ayla’s sister had liked him well enough, but had not shown this much affection to him before. His surprise grew more when she pulled him into a kiss, that she deepened immediately. When she started running her hand over his chest, he broke off the kiss and stepped back so she could see his signs.
“It’s great to see you back and all, Uba,” signed Harr. “But Broud is about to lead us on a hunt and is expecting this man to scout. This man needs to go. Help the women with the butchering and we will speak later.”
“But Harri, it’s this woman, Luna!” signed Uba.
“That’s not funny,” signed Harr, as his eyes grew cold. “This man’s heart broke when he lost Luna, so was Ayla’s, so was Creb’s, so was Iga’s. Don’t tell that joke to anyone else, especially Iga. If she believes you, she’ll likely worship you as her Goddess.”
“But Harri-“ pleaded Uba, before Harr cut her off.
“No! Just stop! This man will talk to you later!” signed Harr, before stepping into his hearth, grabbing the nimbus 2000 broom and striding back out of the cave.
Uba just stood there, wondering what to do. No one else was in the cave. She walked out. Outside the Cave, there were Clan women that she didn’t know setting up racks and building up the fire.
“Uba! When did you get here?” signed Ava.
“Just recently,” signed Luna. “Is Creb alive?”
“What a silly question,” signed Ava. “Of course he is. Right now, he is hunting with the rest of the men.”
“Is she one of the good people, mother?” signed Vub.
“Yes, deer,” signed Uba before turning back to Ava.
“And what of Ayla?” signed Uba.
“She went out with Grar,” signed Ava. “Oh, look! There they are.”
Uba looked and saw Ayla walking with a Clan boy that was nearly a man. And Ayla was dressed in nothing but a very small wrap tied around her waist that barely covered anything. Her feet were painted red with ochre.
“Ayla!”
“Uba!”
The women cried out as they saw each other and started running towards each other. Ayla pulled her into a protective hug, careful not to crush the Clan baby in Uba’s arms. When they broke it off, Ayla looked down at the infant.
“Is this your child?” signed Ayla.
“Her name is: Viza,” signed Uba, just before she saw the door open and Hermione step through.
“Oh, good, you made it to people,” said Hermione. “Are these your people?”
“This woman does not know,” signed Uba. “This woman does not recognize anyone except Ayla.”
“That’s the blonde, right,” asked Hermione.
“This woman saw Harri earlier too,” signed Uba.
“Harry’s here!?! And Alive!?!” exclaimed Hermione.
“This woman knows!” signed Uba. “Only, he didn’t believe this woman . . .”
“Uba, who are you talking to?” signed Ayla.
“Don’t tell her!” warned Hermione. “You KNOW it never works out when you tell people about me,”
Uba tried to distract Ayla by pulling her into a kiss, which she quickly deepened. Ayla pushed her away.
“Uba what are you doing?” signed Ayla. “You are this woman’s sister!”
“This woman is not Uba,” signed Uba. “This woman is Luna.”
Ayla responded to this by placing a hand on Uba’s brow ridges.
“You don’t feel feverish,” signed Ayla. “Why don’t you come back to Harr’s hearth and this woman will make you a nice cup of tea?”
“She thinks you are sick,” observed Hermione. “She thinks you are hallucinating.”
“This woman knows that!” signed Uba.
“Knows what?” signed Ayla.
“This woman knows you make a nice cuppa,” signed Uba.
“I think I will go away for while so I don’t get you in more trouble,” announced Hermione, before opening a door and stepping through it. As soon as the door closed, it vanished.
Once Ayla had gotten her to Harr’s hearth, she started the rocks heating. When Uba lifted her arms to try to explain, Ayla physically grabbed them and put them in her lap.
“Don’t try to talk,” said Ayla, in English. “Just rest. I will take care of you, sister.”
Once the tea was ready, before Ayla handed her the cup, she handed her a potion vial, that she had just unstoppered. It was one of the ones she had packed in her trunk to come here. The trunk that Harry took with him when he went here in her place. Uba looked at Ayla seriously.
“This woman knows you would never hurt your sister,” signed Uba, before downing the potion and handing the vial back to Ayla. “Ugh! It tastes awful!”
“That must be why this woman made you some tea too,” signed Ayla, as she handed her her the cup of tea.
“Mmm! Your teas taste just as good as this woman remembers,” signed Uba as her hand motions started to slur. “What was in that potion?”
“Something to help you rest,” signed Ayla. “Can this woman hold your baby so you don’t drop her?”
Uba nodded and Ayla took the baby, just before Uba curled up and fell asleep. Ayla put a fur over her to keep her warm.
‘How is she?” asked Iza.
“This Medicine Woman gave her a potion to help her sleep,” signed Ayla. She was acting strange . . . hearing voices and hallucinating. Do your memories tell how to treat this?”
Iza closed her eyes and remembered. She sat still for a few moment before she started trembling in fear. When she opened her eyes, Ayla could see the fear in them.
“What is it?” signed Ayla.
Iza shifted her position so that no one else could see her signs.
“This sometimes happens to adults that are around her age,” signed Iza. “The spirits start talking to them and showing them things.”
“How do we treat it?” signed Ayla.
“There IS NO treatment, for this,” signed Iza. “It this happens to a man, the mog-ur takes him as an acolyte. But if it happens to a woman . . . . death curse! Oh Ayla, please refrain from mentioning this to anyone!”
“You didn’t see what she was like,” signed Ayla. “We won’t be able to hide this.”
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling
Chapter 44: Uba returns
Broud was about to lead the Hunters of a hunt, so Harr went into the cave to get his broom so that he could scout out game. Suddenly there was a:
Pop!
And Uba appeared in Broud’s hearth holding two children. Uba had apparated! Uba was a weech!
Harr turned towards her, she seemed to be looking around. When she spotted him, she ran towards him.
“Harri!” squealed Uba, as she pulled him in a light hug, careful not to crush her baby between them.
Harr was quite surprised at this display from Uba. Ayla’s sister had liked him well enough, but had not shown this much affection to him before. His surprise grew more when she pulled him into a kiss, that she deepened immediately. When she started running her hand over his chest, he broke off the kiss and stepped back so she could see his signs.
“It’s great to see you back and all, Uba,” signed Harr. “But Broud is about to lead us on a hunt and is expecting this man to scout. This man needs to go. Help the women with the butchering and we will speak later.”
“But Harri, it’s this woman, Luna!” signed Uba.
“That’s not funny,” signed Harr, as his eyes grew cold. “This man’s heart broke when he lost Luna, so was Ayla’s, so was Creb’s, so was Iga’s. Don’t tell that joke to anyone else, especially Iga. If she believes you, she’ll likely worship you as her Goddess.”
“But Harri-“ pleaded Uba, before Harr cut her off.
“No! Just stop! This man will talk to you later!” signed Harr, before stepping into his hearth, grabbing the nimbus 2000 broom and striding back out of the cave.
Uba just stood there, wondering what to do. No one else was in the cave. She walked out. Outside the Cave, there were Clan women that she didn’t know setting up racks and building up the fire.
“Uba! When did you get here?” signed Ava.
“Just recently,” signed Luna. “Is Creb alive?”
“What a silly question,” signed Ava. “Of course he is. Right now, he is hunting with the rest of the men.”
“Is she one of the good people, mother?” signed Vub.
“Yes, deer,” signed Uba before turning back to Ava.
“And what of Ayla?” signed Uba.
“She went out with Grar,” signed Ava. “Oh, look! There they are.”
Uba looked and saw Ayla walking with a Clan boy that was nearly a man. And Ayla was dressed in nothing but a very small wrap tied around her waist that barely covered anything. Her feet were painted red with ochre.
“Ayla!”
“Uba!”
The women cried out as they saw each other and started running towards each other. Ayla pulled her into a protective hug, careful not to crush the Clan baby in Uba’s arms. When they broke it off, Ayla looked down at the infant.
“Is this your child?” signed Ayla.
“Her name is: Viza,” signed Uba, just before she saw the door open and Hermione step through.
“Oh, good, you made it to people,” said Hermione. “Are these your people?”
“This woman does not know,” signed Uba. “This woman does not recognize anyone except Ayla.”
“That’s the blonde, right,” asked Hermione.
“This woman saw Harri earlier too,” signed Uba.
“Harry’s here!?! And Alive!?!” exclaimed Hermione.
“This woman knows!” signed Uba. “Only, he didn’t believe this woman . . .”
“Uba, who are you talking to?” signed Ayla.
“Don’t tell her!” warned Hermione. “You KNOW it never works out when you tell people about me,”
Uba tried to distract Ayla by pulling her into a kiss, which she quickly deepened. Ayla pushed her away.
“Uba what are you doing?” signed Ayla. “You are this woman’s sister!”
“This woman is not Uba,” signed Uba. “This woman is Luna.”
Ayla responded to this by placing a hand on Uba’s brow ridges.
“You don’t feel feverish,” signed Ayla. “Why don’t you come back to Harr’s hearth and this woman will make you a nice cup of tea?”
“She thinks you are sick,” observed Hermione. “She thinks you are hallucinating.”
“This woman knows that!” signed Uba.
“Knows what?” signed Ayla.
“This woman knows you make a nice cuppa,” signed Uba.
“I think I will go away for while so I don’t get you in more trouble,” announced Hermione, before opening a door and stepping through it. As soon as the door closed, it vanished.
Once Ayla had gotten her to Harr’s hearth, she started the rocks heating. When Uba lifted her arms to try to explain, Ayla physically grabbed them and put them in her lap.
“Don’t try to talk,” said Ayla, in English. “Just rest. I will take care of you, sister.”
Once the tea was ready, before Ayla handed her the cup, she handed her a potion vial, that she had just unstoppered. It was one of the ones she had packed in her trunk to come here. The trunk that Harry took with him when he went here in her place. Uba looked at Ayla seriously.
“This woman knows you would never hurt your sister,” signed Uba, before downing the potion and handing the vial back to Ayla. “Ugh! It tastes awful!”
“That must be why this woman made you some tea too,” signed Ayla, as she handed her her the cup of tea.
“Mmm! Your teas taste just as good as this woman remembers,” signed Uba as her hand motions started to slur. “What was in that potion?”
“Something to help you rest,” signed Ayla. “Can this woman hold your baby so you don’t drop her?”
Uba nodded and Ayla took the baby, just before Uba curled up and fell asleep. Ayla put a fur over her to keep her warm.
‘How is she?” asked Iza.
“This Medicine Woman gave her a potion to help her sleep,” signed Ayla. She was acting strange . . . hearing voices and hallucinating. Do your memories tell how to treat this?”
Iza closed her eyes and remembered. She sat still for a few moment before she started trembling in fear. When she opened her eyes, Ayla could see the fear in them.
“What is it?” signed Ayla.
Iza shifted her position so that no one else could see her signs.
“This sometimes happens to adults that are around her age,” signed Iza. “The spirits start talking to them and showing them things.”
“How do we treat it?” signed Ayla.
“There IS NO treatment, for this,” signed Iza. “It this happens to a man, the mog-ur takes him as an acolyte. But if it happens to a woman . . . . death curse! Oh Ayla, please refrain from mentioning this to anyone!”
“You didn’t see what she was like,” signed Ayla. “We won’t be able to hide this.”
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