Healing Wounds

I seen that look in Ayguili's eyes when odd no longer belonged to him. More than many, I know the pain of loss. First my father, killed in a battle he would not allow me to assist him in, but that he insisted that I stand there and watch, comforting my already grieving mother. Part of me died that day.
My sisters are scattered to the winds. One resides at the Sacred Bosk Outpost, a spot run by a half Tuchuk mad man. Another rides paths most would fear to think about. Still another sits chained to the Ubar's wagon, but she would be far away if she were not chained.
My only brother, a half brother by a lecherous encounter my father had - while mated to my mother - idiot that he was, died a warrior's death.
And women... my first mate hanging bosk horns on me with my own commander. I should have stilled her cheating heart. But turned out it was only her nature. She later begged an Ubar's collar.
My second seemed to think I was her possession. Now I'm a purty easy going fella but that dint set well. Still she gave me my son, even if she took him away while I was on pilgrimage.
My first love died giving me the daughter that is no longer mine...just some collared slut in the camps of the Kataii. I dint even know our youthful experiments had resulted in a child until the girl was sent to me at about age two. Another hole in my heart, that one.
My mate before Kaeli was the sister of a close friend. I thought I'd found the right one for sure that time. She left in the night, pregnant with my child. I don't know why and I don't know where she is or what happened to either of them.
I know what it is to have something precious ripped away. It's worth more than five well blooded livestock to replace that ripped away piece of my Brother the Scarrer's heart.
It's the least I can do now that Kaeli's repaired mine.

Visions of Kaeli

I couldn't sleep for watchin her, knowin how hard she's been workin and that I'd be leavin before the rise of Torvis. She looked so innocent and sweet, pink lips half open like a child's as she slept. Her skin like velvet under the roughened skin of my hand. At least I'd been able to rub her aching feet and legs, though that lead to other things, ticklin, teasin, lovin. I didn't tell her I was goin. She'd find the note I scribbled. It was on the table by the lamp.
I do what I'm told by my commanders, by my Ubar. But this seems the hardest thing I've ever done besides leaving Fess in his mother's hands. To leave Kaeli, newly with child... already I can feel the difference, the barest minimum of roundness to her lower belly.. her perky tits a mite fuller, more sensitive. And to leave my mother's daughter in chains.... I laid my head on her side and found some peace for a little while. Then Argus was at the wagon flap and it was time to go. I hope Kaeli will be ahright. Sky watch over her and Nannababy.