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Clancreb
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling
Chapter 55: Dyondar is unhappy
When the woman changed back into a flathead that strange, open on the sides, dress she was wearing, fit her much better, but also became less revealing.
“Flathead!” shouted Jondalar.
“Calm down,” scolded Ayla in Zelandonii. “It’s just Uba. And don’t use that word. It’s insulting. She’s not a flathead, she’s a woman of the Clan.”
“She looks like a flathead to me!” countered Jondalar.
The Donii and her son then looked meaningfully at each other. They seemed to be communicating in some manner. It reminded him of the flathead boy and his dam that had saved him when he was freezing by the Great Mother River.
Then, the man pulled out a stick like the one the flathead Donii had been waving when she was human-shaped. He touched the fur that was draped over Jetamio and uttered the word: “Portus!”
The three Donii grabbed the fur and the woman one said:
“Thonlan, grab the fur.”
When Jondalar saw his brother reach for the fur, he grabbed it too.
Suddenly, he felt like a harpoon was in his navel and they were all spinning around! When the spinning stopped, they found themselves inside a cave. Jondalar looked around . . . the cave was divided into sections with lines of stones dividing the sections . In the center of each section was a fire. The attended ones were burning well, others were only smoldering. In every single one of them, the smoke was going straight up in a compact ribbon, that worked its’ way along the ceiling of the cave to join other ribbons of smoke until they all flowed out of the entrance of the cave. Some of the hearths were empty, but the ones with active fires had flatheads at them!
“It’s a whole pack of flatheads!” shouted Jondalar.
“Lower your voice,” admonished Ayla, in Zellandonii. “They don’t like it when we speak out loud at all, much less shouting.
She then proceeded to tell them some ridiculous story about dying and coming back to life to live their lives over. When the two Donii left, Jondalar looked around at the flatheads.
When the Leader of the Pride came over, they were introduced to him. But he was warned against greeting him properly by clasping hands and naming ties. But then a flathead with a shiny arm approached. He had seen rocks, like mica with a similar sheen before, but nobody with an arm like that. As the flathead got closer, he saw that one of his eyes was very strange and looked around separately from his other eye. With him was a spectacularly beautiful red-haired woman wearing only a fur tied around her hips. She tried greeting him properly in a strange language. But when she found out she spoke Mamutoi, she was able to greet him. She spoke it much better than him. And he could tell by the way she looked at him that she wanted him in her furs. And her voice made him want to be in her furs.
But then, Jetamio announced her intension to stay and become a flathead!
Jondalar knew that wherever Jetamio went, his brother was sure to follow. He was losing his brother to a pack of flatheads!. He resigned himself to this and joined his brother and his brother’s mate for the lessons in the signs and customs of the Clan.
“What do you mean? I have to sit and wait to be tapped on the shoulder before I can talk to a man?” Jetamio protested.
“In sign,” signed Ayla.
“Me to must sit to wait to speak man?” Jetamio signed.
“Unlike the Others, in the Clan, the men rule,” signed Iga.
“That doesn’t sound so bad,” mused Jondalar. “I could grow to like the men being in charge.”
“In sign!” Uba waved in his face.
“Listen Fl- . . .woman, I’ve had it with your constant harping on signing!” snarled Jondalar. ‘Why don’t you turn back into a normal woman and talk normal!”
“Luna? Normal?” Harr signed, before bursting into laughter.
“If you can’t behave yourself, stop holding the rest of us back,” growled Thonolan, while he signed: “He to not can nice you man, end to hold to be behind.”
“Fine!” growled Jondalar, as he stood up and stomped out of the cave.
He continued walking away fuming at his difficulty in learning the Clan signs and he anger at losing his brother.
(I have half a mind to just leave him here! Except . . . I don’t know where I am or how to get back from here . . . I didn’t even bring my spears with me. . . . I suppose I could make some more new ones. . .)
Jondalar continued to walk around feeling sorry for himself until he spotted Ayla walking towards him carrying a couple of throwing spears. We she got closer, she spoke to him in Zelandonii.
“I brought some of Iga’s spears. Would you like to go hunting?”
Jondalar took the spears from her and examined them. They were adequately made. But he knew he could do better.
“You are sad that your male sibling wants to stay here with our Clan,” observed Ayla.
“Yes. I am Jondalar of the Zelandonii,” replied Jondalar. “I would never be comfortable being a man of the Clan. Amongst my people, the women are the leaders more often than the men. I don’t know how you can let them dominate you like that.”
“Well, it’s not all bad,” said Ayla. “There are some aspects of Clan life you would probably like?”
“Such as?” asked Jondalar.
“Until, recently, if a man of the Clan wanted a woman to Relieve his Needs, she had no choice but to submit, even though they think you are too big and ugly,” teased Ayla.
“Me? Ugly? Most women think I am a very handsome man,” bragged Jondalar.
“The Clan are different, with different standards of beauty,” explained Ayla. “To them, Uba is the most attractive woman in the Clan. Iga and I are considered too big and ugly by the men of the Clan.”
“Ayla, you two are the most attractive women I have ever met!” corrected Jondalar.
“Why thank you,” replied Ayla. “But it doesn’t feel that way to me. I grew up in the Clan.”
She looked deeply into his eyes. He became aware of just how small her wrap was. It was smaller than the ones she usually wore and barely covered anything.
“Although women are not required to submit to a man who wants to Relieve his Needs, many of the women of the Clan would submit anyway,” said Ayla in a voice that was growing more sultry. Then she reminded him.
“I was raised in the Clan.”
And she gave him a little smile.
Jondalar pounced on her and pulled her into a kiss. She instantly deepened it. As they kissed, they began running their hands over each other. When she pulled up on his tunic, he raised his his arms to let her pull it off. Getting it completely off necessitated breaking contact with the kiss. After removing it, she stepped back.
“Wait. Before we do this, I need to take a potion,” said Ayla as she pulled an icicle from the waist of her wrap. It was hollow. He could tell that by the pink liquid inside. There was a round piece of bark plugging the open end. She uncorked the flask and drank the potion before untying her wrap and letting it fall to the ground.
“Now where were we?” purred Ayla, as she stepped into his arms again.
After they had Shared Pleasures, they were laying next to each other gliding their hands across each other’s bodies.
“Iga said you were good at Pleasures,” mused Ayla. “And she was right.”
“So are you,” purred Jondalar. “What was that thing you drank earlier?”
“We should go hunting,” proclaimed Ayla, as she leaped up to her feet and tied her wrap back on. She also pulled out the strap she uses to tie her breasts down so that it is easier to run. Then she checked that her sling, bag of stones, wand and the empty flask were tucked into her wrap at her waist.
“Get dressed. We’re going hunting now,” commanded Ayla.
Jondalar reluctantly got dressed and soon the pair of them were sneaking through the grass of the steppes. In the distance, he spotted a lone wooly rhino.
“There aren’t enough of us to take it down by ourselves,” whispered Jondalar.
“It’s just one,” signed Ayla. “We can take down one lone rhino.”
“Perhaps we to get close, horn-head charge,” signed Jondalar.
“This woman-who-hunts can get it from here,” signed Ayla.
“Too far,” signed Jondalar.
Ayla pulled a couple of stones our of her pouch, loaded her sling and spun it.
CRACK! CRACK!
The wooly rhino suddenly fell over dead. Ayla started running towards it. Jondalar raced after her. When she arrived, she stated cutting into the carcus to get to the heart with her Clan-style knife.
‘Here, use mine,” said Jondalar, as he handed her knife that he had made and set in an antler handle.
Ayla cut the heart out with Jondalar’s knife and buried it. They she cut a piece of the liver out for each of them. It was too large for them to eat the whole liver.
“So, how are we going to get this back to the cave?” asked Jondalar.
“Wingardium Leviosa!” shouted Ayla before levitating the whole rhino carcass.
“How are you doing that?” gasped Jondalar.
“Magic,” explained Ayla.
“Can you use your magic to send me back to my people?” asked Jondalar.
“No,” replied Ayla. “Not only am I unable to do that kind of magic, even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to send you somewhere I have never been. That is why we had to fly to where Jetamio was to save her.”
“Why do you shout words when you use your wand when no one else does?” asked Jondalar.
“I am not so good at the kinds of magic that use wands,” explained Ayla.
“So you are weaker?” accused Jondalar.
“No, I’m just more powerful in the kinds of magics that don’t need a wand,” defended Ayla. “In some kinds, like potions, I am even better than Harr or Uba.
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling
Chapter 55: Dyondar is unhappy
When the woman changed back into a flathead that strange, open on the sides, dress she was wearing, fit her much better, but also became less revealing.
“Flathead!” shouted Jondalar.
“Calm down,” scolded Ayla in Zelandonii. “It’s just Uba. And don’t use that word. It’s insulting. She’s not a flathead, she’s a woman of the Clan.”
“She looks like a flathead to me!” countered Jondalar.
The Donii and her son then looked meaningfully at each other. They seemed to be communicating in some manner. It reminded him of the flathead boy and his dam that had saved him when he was freezing by the Great Mother River.
Then, the man pulled out a stick like the one the flathead Donii had been waving when she was human-shaped. He touched the fur that was draped over Jetamio and uttered the word: “Portus!”
The three Donii grabbed the fur and the woman one said:
“Thonlan, grab the fur.”
When Jondalar saw his brother reach for the fur, he grabbed it too.
Suddenly, he felt like a harpoon was in his navel and they were all spinning around! When the spinning stopped, they found themselves inside a cave. Jondalar looked around . . . the cave was divided into sections with lines of stones dividing the sections . In the center of each section was a fire. The attended ones were burning well, others were only smoldering. In every single one of them, the smoke was going straight up in a compact ribbon, that worked its’ way along the ceiling of the cave to join other ribbons of smoke until they all flowed out of the entrance of the cave. Some of the hearths were empty, but the ones with active fires had flatheads at them!
“It’s a whole pack of flatheads!” shouted Jondalar.
“Lower your voice,” admonished Ayla, in Zellandonii. “They don’t like it when we speak out loud at all, much less shouting.
She then proceeded to tell them some ridiculous story about dying and coming back to life to live their lives over. When the two Donii left, Jondalar looked around at the flatheads.
When the Leader of the Pride came over, they were introduced to him. But he was warned against greeting him properly by clasping hands and naming ties. But then a flathead with a shiny arm approached. He had seen rocks, like mica with a similar sheen before, but nobody with an arm like that. As the flathead got closer, he saw that one of his eyes was very strange and looked around separately from his other eye. With him was a spectacularly beautiful red-haired woman wearing only a fur tied around her hips. She tried greeting him properly in a strange language. But when she found out she spoke Mamutoi, she was able to greet him. She spoke it much better than him. And he could tell by the way she looked at him that she wanted him in her furs. And her voice made him want to be in her furs.
But then, Jetamio announced her intension to stay and become a flathead!
Jondalar knew that wherever Jetamio went, his brother was sure to follow. He was losing his brother to a pack of flatheads!. He resigned himself to this and joined his brother and his brother’s mate for the lessons in the signs and customs of the Clan.
“What do you mean? I have to sit and wait to be tapped on the shoulder before I can talk to a man?” Jetamio protested.
“In sign,” signed Ayla.
“Me to must sit to wait to speak man?” Jetamio signed.
“Unlike the Others, in the Clan, the men rule,” signed Iga.
“That doesn’t sound so bad,” mused Jondalar. “I could grow to like the men being in charge.”
“In sign!” Uba waved in his face.
“Listen Fl- . . .woman, I’ve had it with your constant harping on signing!” snarled Jondalar. ‘Why don’t you turn back into a normal woman and talk normal!”
“Luna? Normal?” Harr signed, before bursting into laughter.
“If you can’t behave yourself, stop holding the rest of us back,” growled Thonolan, while he signed: “He to not can nice you man, end to hold to be behind.”
“Fine!” growled Jondalar, as he stood up and stomped out of the cave.
He continued walking away fuming at his difficulty in learning the Clan signs and he anger at losing his brother.
(I have half a mind to just leave him here! Except . . . I don’t know where I am or how to get back from here . . . I didn’t even bring my spears with me. . . . I suppose I could make some more new ones. . .)
Jondalar continued to walk around feeling sorry for himself until he spotted Ayla walking towards him carrying a couple of throwing spears. We she got closer, she spoke to him in Zelandonii.
“I brought some of Iga’s spears. Would you like to go hunting?”
Jondalar took the spears from her and examined them. They were adequately made. But he knew he could do better.
“You are sad that your male sibling wants to stay here with our Clan,” observed Ayla.
“Yes. I am Jondalar of the Zelandonii,” replied Jondalar. “I would never be comfortable being a man of the Clan. Amongst my people, the women are the leaders more often than the men. I don’t know how you can let them dominate you like that.”
“Well, it’s not all bad,” said Ayla. “There are some aspects of Clan life you would probably like?”
“Such as?” asked Jondalar.
“Until, recently, if a man of the Clan wanted a woman to Relieve his Needs, she had no choice but to submit, even though they think you are too big and ugly,” teased Ayla.
“Me? Ugly? Most women think I am a very handsome man,” bragged Jondalar.
“The Clan are different, with different standards of beauty,” explained Ayla. “To them, Uba is the most attractive woman in the Clan. Iga and I are considered too big and ugly by the men of the Clan.”
“Ayla, you two are the most attractive women I have ever met!” corrected Jondalar.
“Why thank you,” replied Ayla. “But it doesn’t feel that way to me. I grew up in the Clan.”
She looked deeply into his eyes. He became aware of just how small her wrap was. It was smaller than the ones she usually wore and barely covered anything.
“Although women are not required to submit to a man who wants to Relieve his Needs, many of the women of the Clan would submit anyway,” said Ayla in a voice that was growing more sultry. Then she reminded him.
“I was raised in the Clan.”
And she gave him a little smile.
Jondalar pounced on her and pulled her into a kiss. She instantly deepened it. As they kissed, they began running their hands over each other. When she pulled up on his tunic, he raised his his arms to let her pull it off. Getting it completely off necessitated breaking contact with the kiss. After removing it, she stepped back.
“Wait. Before we do this, I need to take a potion,” said Ayla as she pulled an icicle from the waist of her wrap. It was hollow. He could tell that by the pink liquid inside. There was a round piece of bark plugging the open end. She uncorked the flask and drank the potion before untying her wrap and letting it fall to the ground.
“Now where were we?” purred Ayla, as she stepped into his arms again.
After they had Shared Pleasures, they were laying next to each other gliding their hands across each other’s bodies.
“Iga said you were good at Pleasures,” mused Ayla. “And she was right.”
“So are you,” purred Jondalar. “What was that thing you drank earlier?”
“We should go hunting,” proclaimed Ayla, as she leaped up to her feet and tied her wrap back on. She also pulled out the strap she uses to tie her breasts down so that it is easier to run. Then she checked that her sling, bag of stones, wand and the empty flask were tucked into her wrap at her waist.
“Get dressed. We’re going hunting now,” commanded Ayla.
Jondalar reluctantly got dressed and soon the pair of them were sneaking through the grass of the steppes. In the distance, he spotted a lone wooly rhino.
“There aren’t enough of us to take it down by ourselves,” whispered Jondalar.
“It’s just one,” signed Ayla. “We can take down one lone rhino.”
“Perhaps we to get close, horn-head charge,” signed Jondalar.
“This woman-who-hunts can get it from here,” signed Ayla.
“Too far,” signed Jondalar.
Ayla pulled a couple of stones our of her pouch, loaded her sling and spun it.
CRACK! CRACK!
The wooly rhino suddenly fell over dead. Ayla started running towards it. Jondalar raced after her. When she arrived, she stated cutting into the carcus to get to the heart with her Clan-style knife.
‘Here, use mine,” said Jondalar, as he handed her knife that he had made and set in an antler handle.
Ayla cut the heart out with Jondalar’s knife and buried it. They she cut a piece of the liver out for each of them. It was too large for them to eat the whole liver.
“So, how are we going to get this back to the cave?” asked Jondalar.
“Wingardium Leviosa!” shouted Ayla before levitating the whole rhino carcass.
“How are you doing that?” gasped Jondalar.
“Magic,” explained Ayla.
“Can you use your magic to send me back to my people?” asked Jondalar.
“No,” replied Ayla. “Not only am I unable to do that kind of magic, even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to send you somewhere I have never been. That is why we had to fly to where Jetamio was to save her.”
“Why do you shout words when you use your wand when no one else does?” asked Jondalar.
“I am not so good at the kinds of magic that use wands,” explained Ayla.
“So you are weaker?” accused Jondalar.
“No, I’m just more powerful in the kinds of magics that don’t need a wand,” defended Ayla. “In some kinds, like potions, I am even better than Harr or Uba.
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