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Hasani was always amazed at how much warmer Tanishe was compared to the desert air around them. Sweat glistened on his skin not because of the heat of the Saraha, but because of the heat of his wife writhing beneath him. And for a moment one of his hands drifted beneath her to pull her body that much closer to his. He wanted to feel her skin pressed to his in ways he often delighted in. When they started, he often struggled to find pause. As if a river had opened up beneath him and every want and desire rushed forth with little else to consider.
The man could have her every which way until he was sated, but come morning, noon, or night, he was hungry again. Hungry for her taste, her scent, the feel of her. Hasani was a man of great self-control, but when it came to Tanishe, all of that seemed to shatter without a single thought.
And now, bringing both of them to euphoria and more, Hasani kept his gaze locked to Tanishe's, hissing out pleasure at the feeling of nails once more trailing against his skin. Hard. His thrusts seemed to match the sudden intensity of the need she had inflicted on him, his hips snapping against hers. He buried himself completely, both hands gripping her hips sharply as he tipped himself over that edge of all-consuming pleasure and release. Gritting his teeth and letting out a hiss of breath, he dipped his head down slightly, trying to find his center of balance and his breath all at once.
Hasani allowed Tanishe to guide them to lay on their sides. Pleased, he wasn't ready to leave her warmth. His body calming and warm from release, he trailed tender fingers against her jaw and kissed her once, twice. "I love you," he repeated back to her, keeping his gaze on her face. The draping of her arm over his side had him then shifting onto his back to pull him over her. Letting one hand wander from her cheek, down her neck, along her collar bone, and then down between the valley of her breasts, he sighed softly into the tent. "I'm not hungry yet..." he said pointedly, a slight grin gracing his lips.
"I think the gesin can wait a little while longer, leieren..." Hasani breathed, leaning up slowly in order to capture her lips and bring her back down to his level with every intention of feeling her clench around him again before lunch.
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Hasani was always amazed at how much warmer Tanishe was compared to the desert air around them. Sweat glistened on his skin not because of the heat of the Saraha, but because of the heat of his wife writhing beneath him. And for a moment one of his hands drifted beneath her to pull her body that much closer to his. He wanted to feel her skin pressed to his in ways he often delighted in. When they started, he often struggled to find pause. As if a river had opened up beneath him and every want and desire rushed forth with little else to consider.
The man could have her every which way until he was sated, but come morning, noon, or night, he was hungry again. Hungry for her taste, her scent, the feel of her. Hasani was a man of great self-control, but when it came to Tanishe, all of that seemed to shatter without a single thought.
And now, bringing both of them to euphoria and more, Hasani kept his gaze locked to Tanishe's, hissing out pleasure at the feeling of nails once more trailing against his skin. Hard. His thrusts seemed to match the sudden intensity of the need she had inflicted on him, his hips snapping against hers. He buried himself completely, both hands gripping her hips sharply as he tipped himself over that edge of all-consuming pleasure and release. Gritting his teeth and letting out a hiss of breath, he dipped his head down slightly, trying to find his center of balance and his breath all at once.
Hasani allowed Tanishe to guide them to lay on their sides. Pleased, he wasn't ready to leave her warmth. His body calming and warm from release, he trailed tender fingers against her jaw and kissed her once, twice. "I love you," he repeated back to her, keeping his gaze on her face. The draping of her arm over his side had him then shifting onto his back to pull him over her. Letting one hand wander from her cheek, down her neck, along her collar bone, and then down between the valley of her breasts, he sighed softly into the tent. "I'm not hungry yet..." he said pointedly, a slight grin gracing his lips.
"I think the gesin can wait a little while longer, leieren..." Hasani breathed, leaning up slowly in order to capture her lips and bring her back down to his level with every intention of feeling her clench around him again before lunch.
Hasani was always amazed at how much warmer Tanishe was compared to the desert air around them. Sweat glistened on his skin not because of the heat of the Saraha, but because of the heat of his wife writhing beneath him. And for a moment one of his hands drifted beneath her to pull her body that much closer to his. He wanted to feel her skin pressed to his in ways he often delighted in. When they started, he often struggled to find pause. As if a river had opened up beneath him and every want and desire rushed forth with little else to consider.
The man could have her every which way until he was sated, but come morning, noon, or night, he was hungry again. Hungry for her taste, her scent, the feel of her. Hasani was a man of great self-control, but when it came to Tanishe, all of that seemed to shatter without a single thought.
And now, bringing both of them to euphoria and more, Hasani kept his gaze locked to Tanishe's, hissing out pleasure at the feeling of nails once more trailing against his skin. Hard. His thrusts seemed to match the sudden intensity of the need she had inflicted on him, his hips snapping against hers. He buried himself completely, both hands gripping her hips sharply as he tipped himself over that edge of all-consuming pleasure and release. Gritting his teeth and letting out a hiss of breath, he dipped his head down slightly, trying to find his center of balance and his breath all at once.
Hasani allowed Tanishe to guide them to lay on their sides. Pleased, he wasn't ready to leave her warmth. His body calming and warm from release, he trailed tender fingers against her jaw and kissed her once, twice. "I love you," he repeated back to her, keeping his gaze on her face. The draping of her arm over his side had him then shifting onto his back to pull him over her. Letting one hand wander from her cheek, down her neck, along her collar bone, and then down between the valley of her breasts, he sighed softly into the tent. "I'm not hungry yet..." he said pointedly, a slight grin gracing his lips.
"I think the gesin can wait a little while longer, leieren..." Hasani breathed, leaning up slowly in order to capture her lips and bring her back down to his level with every intention of feeling her clench around him again before lunch.
Hearing the words ‘I love you, too’ made her feel warm and secure. She happily let him shift her atop him. From here, she gazed down at him, taking the time to caress his chest and stomach as she rocked slowly back and forth, giving him a soft, “Hmmm…” when he told her that he wasn’t a bit hungry. That he didn’t even need to verbalize. That she was here, straddling him and looking down at that smirk of his, she knew that neither of them would get to eat for quite a while.
By the time that Hasani finally decided that he could bear to part with her for a few minutes, it was mid-afternoon and almost past time to be preparing their supper. She cleaned and redressed herself as she had been before and opened the tent flaps to let in fresh air. The cooking fire had to be revived a little bit and she set about the task of getting dried camel dung. This took her away from the tent but she didn’t mind the walk. It was a chance to stretch her legs and she definitely needed to stretch after all that. Their afternoon had started sweetly and ended up in the stage that sometimes happened where they were past tired and into some kind of marathon run where neither of them would give in or stop. Nothing savage. Just an endless cycle until together they’d decided they could not waste an entire day. Their hours were done, for the moment, and it was time to see to real life.
She came back with the fuel for the fire and watched it smoke a bit before she went to sit in the entrance of the tent, a wooden board across her lap and a sharp knife in her hand as she set about cutting up roots and mincing dry meat for the soup. The water she’d asked her husband to get. Something he didn’t have to do. It was all technically her job.
“I suppose you’re hungry now?” she asked, without looking up from her board, until it was time to dump it all into the pot. “Are you staying with me while this cooks or heading out again?”
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Hearing the words ‘I love you, too’ made her feel warm and secure. She happily let him shift her atop him. From here, she gazed down at him, taking the time to caress his chest and stomach as she rocked slowly back and forth, giving him a soft, “Hmmm…” when he told her that he wasn’t a bit hungry. That he didn’t even need to verbalize. That she was here, straddling him and looking down at that smirk of his, she knew that neither of them would get to eat for quite a while.
By the time that Hasani finally decided that he could bear to part with her for a few minutes, it was mid-afternoon and almost past time to be preparing their supper. She cleaned and redressed herself as she had been before and opened the tent flaps to let in fresh air. The cooking fire had to be revived a little bit and she set about the task of getting dried camel dung. This took her away from the tent but she didn’t mind the walk. It was a chance to stretch her legs and she definitely needed to stretch after all that. Their afternoon had started sweetly and ended up in the stage that sometimes happened where they were past tired and into some kind of marathon run where neither of them would give in or stop. Nothing savage. Just an endless cycle until together they’d decided they could not waste an entire day. Their hours were done, for the moment, and it was time to see to real life.
She came back with the fuel for the fire and watched it smoke a bit before she went to sit in the entrance of the tent, a wooden board across her lap and a sharp knife in her hand as she set about cutting up roots and mincing dry meat for the soup. The water she’d asked her husband to get. Something he didn’t have to do. It was all technically her job.
“I suppose you’re hungry now?” she asked, without looking up from her board, until it was time to dump it all into the pot. “Are you staying with me while this cooks or heading out again?”
Hearing the words ‘I love you, too’ made her feel warm and secure. She happily let him shift her atop him. From here, she gazed down at him, taking the time to caress his chest and stomach as she rocked slowly back and forth, giving him a soft, “Hmmm…” when he told her that he wasn’t a bit hungry. That he didn’t even need to verbalize. That she was here, straddling him and looking down at that smirk of his, she knew that neither of them would get to eat for quite a while.
By the time that Hasani finally decided that he could bear to part with her for a few minutes, it was mid-afternoon and almost past time to be preparing their supper. She cleaned and redressed herself as she had been before and opened the tent flaps to let in fresh air. The cooking fire had to be revived a little bit and she set about the task of getting dried camel dung. This took her away from the tent but she didn’t mind the walk. It was a chance to stretch her legs and she definitely needed to stretch after all that. Their afternoon had started sweetly and ended up in the stage that sometimes happened where they were past tired and into some kind of marathon run where neither of them would give in or stop. Nothing savage. Just an endless cycle until together they’d decided they could not waste an entire day. Their hours were done, for the moment, and it was time to see to real life.
She came back with the fuel for the fire and watched it smoke a bit before she went to sit in the entrance of the tent, a wooden board across her lap and a sharp knife in her hand as she set about cutting up roots and mincing dry meat for the soup. The water she’d asked her husband to get. Something he didn’t have to do. It was all technically her job.
“I suppose you’re hungry now?” she asked, without looking up from her board, until it was time to dump it all into the pot. “Are you staying with me while this cooks or heading out again?”
By the time the two of them had left their bed, Hasani was feeling much lighter. He hadn’t been stressed by anything, but sometimes the intimacy of his actions with Tanishe just left him feeling… almost as if he were flying. It was a high he enjoyed without actually ever getting high. Besides, he liked the taste of her and he certainly hadn’t only let her ride him. Where was the fun in that?
But then he washed and redressed, keeping his chest bare but hoping to hide any hints of their previous distraction when he was to step back out into the camp. Hasani didn’t mind being asked to fetch the water for her. Especially since he, too, ate the food that she cooked for them. It was only fair and he never truly saw any chores as being solely a man’s or woman’s. Young men were often forced to wash their own clothing, after all.
Giving her a quick kiss, Hasani also left the tent in search of some water that they could use for the stew. He returned with both water and goat’s milk, knowing that his wife would end up asking for the milk later. Their own goat, thankfully, was quiet. Had it screamed like the errant goat across the camp, he and his wife might have already made a feast of it.
Crossing to Tanishe, he set the jug of fresh milk down and poured part of the jug of water into the stew so that it would only make enough for them to eat in one meal. Making any more would be wasteful and Hasani didn’t know when they would reach the next oasis to stock their water.
“I’m starving,” Hasani admitted, giving his wife a calm smile. “But I think I will remain while you cook. I took the long way to find water and everything seems quiet for now,” he noted, slipping into the tent to pull out another stool for him to sit on. He rubbed his hands on his knees, glancing about them. “I shall hunt come morning,” he hummed, “Perhaps we can put fresh meat over the coals tomorrow.”
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By the time the two of them had left their bed, Hasani was feeling much lighter. He hadn’t been stressed by anything, but sometimes the intimacy of his actions with Tanishe just left him feeling… almost as if he were flying. It was a high he enjoyed without actually ever getting high. Besides, he liked the taste of her and he certainly hadn’t only let her ride him. Where was the fun in that?
But then he washed and redressed, keeping his chest bare but hoping to hide any hints of their previous distraction when he was to step back out into the camp. Hasani didn’t mind being asked to fetch the water for her. Especially since he, too, ate the food that she cooked for them. It was only fair and he never truly saw any chores as being solely a man’s or woman’s. Young men were often forced to wash their own clothing, after all.
Giving her a quick kiss, Hasani also left the tent in search of some water that they could use for the stew. He returned with both water and goat’s milk, knowing that his wife would end up asking for the milk later. Their own goat, thankfully, was quiet. Had it screamed like the errant goat across the camp, he and his wife might have already made a feast of it.
Crossing to Tanishe, he set the jug of fresh milk down and poured part of the jug of water into the stew so that it would only make enough for them to eat in one meal. Making any more would be wasteful and Hasani didn’t know when they would reach the next oasis to stock their water.
“I’m starving,” Hasani admitted, giving his wife a calm smile. “But I think I will remain while you cook. I took the long way to find water and everything seems quiet for now,” he noted, slipping into the tent to pull out another stool for him to sit on. He rubbed his hands on his knees, glancing about them. “I shall hunt come morning,” he hummed, “Perhaps we can put fresh meat over the coals tomorrow.”
By the time the two of them had left their bed, Hasani was feeling much lighter. He hadn’t been stressed by anything, but sometimes the intimacy of his actions with Tanishe just left him feeling… almost as if he were flying. It was a high he enjoyed without actually ever getting high. Besides, he liked the taste of her and he certainly hadn’t only let her ride him. Where was the fun in that?
But then he washed and redressed, keeping his chest bare but hoping to hide any hints of their previous distraction when he was to step back out into the camp. Hasani didn’t mind being asked to fetch the water for her. Especially since he, too, ate the food that she cooked for them. It was only fair and he never truly saw any chores as being solely a man’s or woman’s. Young men were often forced to wash their own clothing, after all.
Giving her a quick kiss, Hasani also left the tent in search of some water that they could use for the stew. He returned with both water and goat’s milk, knowing that his wife would end up asking for the milk later. Their own goat, thankfully, was quiet. Had it screamed like the errant goat across the camp, he and his wife might have already made a feast of it.
Crossing to Tanishe, he set the jug of fresh milk down and poured part of the jug of water into the stew so that it would only make enough for them to eat in one meal. Making any more would be wasteful and Hasani didn’t know when they would reach the next oasis to stock their water.
“I’m starving,” Hasani admitted, giving his wife a calm smile. “But I think I will remain while you cook. I took the long way to find water and everything seems quiet for now,” he noted, slipping into the tent to pull out another stool for him to sit on. He rubbed his hands on his knees, glancing about them. “I shall hunt come morning,” he hummed, “Perhaps we can put fresh meat over the coals tomorrow.”
“And what shall I do in the morning?” she mused to herself, her attention on the pot that she stirred. “I think more of the same. Today’s been a nice day,” she said over her shoulder. It had been. Slow, sensuous, full of only the good things in life. Even in the medical tent, she hadn’t seen anything gruesome or terrible. Just an old woman whose time to return to the earth was swiftly coming.
Not every day could be like this. There were days behind them that had been full of woe and tears. There were days ahead that spelled disaster. But today, these moments, where smoke drifted lazily into the sky and she sat with the person she loved most, ladling soup into fired clay bowls for the two of them, there was no sadness. They had no bread for the soup because they’d been a little too busy to bother with it, but it didn’t matter. She smiled and laid her head on his shoulder, looking out at the yellowing sky beyond the rocky outcropping in the distance.
“How’s the soup, my Leier?” she asked for a little while. Her spoon scraped the bottom of the bowl, trying to get the very last bits of it onto her spoon. The milk he’d brought had both been added to the soup, and also sat in cups beside them. Sometimes, when they traded for sugar, which was not at all often, she made a yoghurt sort of drink. It was tangy and sweet and filling. She wished that she had that now.
“When we go to trade, I want sugar,” she said. “Or, maybe we can look for bees? Get some honey? Not tomorrow,” she added. “But soon.” She hoped that their next move to the next well would take them near a beehive. That would be just the thing.
Someone’s dog streaked past them and she laughed as three boys darted after it, hooting and hollering. Apparently the dog had their dinner in it’s mouth. “I guess not everyone had the day we did.”
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“And what shall I do in the morning?” she mused to herself, her attention on the pot that she stirred. “I think more of the same. Today’s been a nice day,” she said over her shoulder. It had been. Slow, sensuous, full of only the good things in life. Even in the medical tent, she hadn’t seen anything gruesome or terrible. Just an old woman whose time to return to the earth was swiftly coming.
Not every day could be like this. There were days behind them that had been full of woe and tears. There were days ahead that spelled disaster. But today, these moments, where smoke drifted lazily into the sky and she sat with the person she loved most, ladling soup into fired clay bowls for the two of them, there was no sadness. They had no bread for the soup because they’d been a little too busy to bother with it, but it didn’t matter. She smiled and laid her head on his shoulder, looking out at the yellowing sky beyond the rocky outcropping in the distance.
“How’s the soup, my Leier?” she asked for a little while. Her spoon scraped the bottom of the bowl, trying to get the very last bits of it onto her spoon. The milk he’d brought had both been added to the soup, and also sat in cups beside them. Sometimes, when they traded for sugar, which was not at all often, she made a yoghurt sort of drink. It was tangy and sweet and filling. She wished that she had that now.
“When we go to trade, I want sugar,” she said. “Or, maybe we can look for bees? Get some honey? Not tomorrow,” she added. “But soon.” She hoped that their next move to the next well would take them near a beehive. That would be just the thing.
Someone’s dog streaked past them and she laughed as three boys darted after it, hooting and hollering. Apparently the dog had their dinner in it’s mouth. “I guess not everyone had the day we did.”
“And what shall I do in the morning?” she mused to herself, her attention on the pot that she stirred. “I think more of the same. Today’s been a nice day,” she said over her shoulder. It had been. Slow, sensuous, full of only the good things in life. Even in the medical tent, she hadn’t seen anything gruesome or terrible. Just an old woman whose time to return to the earth was swiftly coming.
Not every day could be like this. There were days behind them that had been full of woe and tears. There were days ahead that spelled disaster. But today, these moments, where smoke drifted lazily into the sky and she sat with the person she loved most, ladling soup into fired clay bowls for the two of them, there was no sadness. They had no bread for the soup because they’d been a little too busy to bother with it, but it didn’t matter. She smiled and laid her head on his shoulder, looking out at the yellowing sky beyond the rocky outcropping in the distance.
“How’s the soup, my Leier?” she asked for a little while. Her spoon scraped the bottom of the bowl, trying to get the very last bits of it onto her spoon. The milk he’d brought had both been added to the soup, and also sat in cups beside them. Sometimes, when they traded for sugar, which was not at all often, she made a yoghurt sort of drink. It was tangy and sweet and filling. She wished that she had that now.
“When we go to trade, I want sugar,” she said. “Or, maybe we can look for bees? Get some honey? Not tomorrow,” she added. “But soon.” She hoped that their next move to the next well would take them near a beehive. That would be just the thing.
Someone’s dog streaked past them and she laughed as three boys darted after it, hooting and hollering. Apparently the dog had their dinner in it’s mouth. “I guess not everyone had the day we did.”
Hasani couldn’t hide his delight at Tanishe’s praising of the peaceful day they had had thus far. And he agreed. It had been a good day. Not every day was like this one. Others held more strain, more grief, and more frustration. But save for the screaming goat across the city of tents, which chose right then to caterwaul another annoying sound, there had been nothing to truly irk Hasani. For a moment, he considered finding the goat and seeing if there was actually something wrong with it or if it was just… dense and dumb.
Most animals were, but some were particularly stupid.
And liked to scream.
When Tanishe passed him a bowl of food, he gave thanks to the ancestors and then dug into it. He ate slowly even though he was starving, wanting to savor the taste, the warmth, and not give himself a stomach ache all at once. Besides, he had found that eating slower often left you fuller longer. At least… that was his overall theory. Whether it was true or not, he really didn’t know.
Even though he did eat slower, by the time Tanishe asked him how it was, it was still all gone. He was tipping the bowl toward his mouth to take the last of the broth, humming happily as if pleased with the meal. “Delicious as always, my Leieren,” Hasani teased, glancing in her direction with a soft smile. It had been a long while since they had had honey or sugar, and the mere mention of obtaining the sweet ingredients seemed to make him shift a little out of the sheer excitement.
Sweet treats were his favorite, but they were just that. Treats. They did not often keep sugar or honey with them. There was too much of a chance for it to turn rotten. But trading for some the next time they found a market was more than reasonable in his eyes. “Of course. I can keep my eye out for bees when I hunt tomorrow,” he said with a small smile. The slight grasses of the more savannah-like part fo the desert didn’t often boast such luxuries, but he would look for her simply because it would please her.
With the boys running past after the dog, Hasani craned his neck to watch them. “Be careful, you three!” Hasani called after the small gaggle of children. “Dogs enjoy when people give chase!” he added, snickering a little at the fact that it would likely run them in circles until it was bored or tired. “When we have a child, Tani,” Hasani started lightly, “I want to give them a dog,” he nodded to himself, letting his dark gaze flick to her. “Dogs seem to bring them such joy,” another sage nod as if his idea was a great one. That was questionable, but the few dogs that did walk with the tribe were often useful.
Some of them even chased off the smaller predators that tried to poach livestock in the middle of the night.
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Hasani couldn’t hide his delight at Tanishe’s praising of the peaceful day they had had thus far. And he agreed. It had been a good day. Not every day was like this one. Others held more strain, more grief, and more frustration. But save for the screaming goat across the city of tents, which chose right then to caterwaul another annoying sound, there had been nothing to truly irk Hasani. For a moment, he considered finding the goat and seeing if there was actually something wrong with it or if it was just… dense and dumb.
Most animals were, but some were particularly stupid.
And liked to scream.
When Tanishe passed him a bowl of food, he gave thanks to the ancestors and then dug into it. He ate slowly even though he was starving, wanting to savor the taste, the warmth, and not give himself a stomach ache all at once. Besides, he had found that eating slower often left you fuller longer. At least… that was his overall theory. Whether it was true or not, he really didn’t know.
Even though he did eat slower, by the time Tanishe asked him how it was, it was still all gone. He was tipping the bowl toward his mouth to take the last of the broth, humming happily as if pleased with the meal. “Delicious as always, my Leieren,” Hasani teased, glancing in her direction with a soft smile. It had been a long while since they had had honey or sugar, and the mere mention of obtaining the sweet ingredients seemed to make him shift a little out of the sheer excitement.
Sweet treats were his favorite, but they were just that. Treats. They did not often keep sugar or honey with them. There was too much of a chance for it to turn rotten. But trading for some the next time they found a market was more than reasonable in his eyes. “Of course. I can keep my eye out for bees when I hunt tomorrow,” he said with a small smile. The slight grasses of the more savannah-like part fo the desert didn’t often boast such luxuries, but he would look for her simply because it would please her.
With the boys running past after the dog, Hasani craned his neck to watch them. “Be careful, you three!” Hasani called after the small gaggle of children. “Dogs enjoy when people give chase!” he added, snickering a little at the fact that it would likely run them in circles until it was bored or tired. “When we have a child, Tani,” Hasani started lightly, “I want to give them a dog,” he nodded to himself, letting his dark gaze flick to her. “Dogs seem to bring them such joy,” another sage nod as if his idea was a great one. That was questionable, but the few dogs that did walk with the tribe were often useful.
Some of them even chased off the smaller predators that tried to poach livestock in the middle of the night.
Hasani couldn’t hide his delight at Tanishe’s praising of the peaceful day they had had thus far. And he agreed. It had been a good day. Not every day was like this one. Others held more strain, more grief, and more frustration. But save for the screaming goat across the city of tents, which chose right then to caterwaul another annoying sound, there had been nothing to truly irk Hasani. For a moment, he considered finding the goat and seeing if there was actually something wrong with it or if it was just… dense and dumb.
Most animals were, but some were particularly stupid.
And liked to scream.
When Tanishe passed him a bowl of food, he gave thanks to the ancestors and then dug into it. He ate slowly even though he was starving, wanting to savor the taste, the warmth, and not give himself a stomach ache all at once. Besides, he had found that eating slower often left you fuller longer. At least… that was his overall theory. Whether it was true or not, he really didn’t know.
Even though he did eat slower, by the time Tanishe asked him how it was, it was still all gone. He was tipping the bowl toward his mouth to take the last of the broth, humming happily as if pleased with the meal. “Delicious as always, my Leieren,” Hasani teased, glancing in her direction with a soft smile. It had been a long while since they had had honey or sugar, and the mere mention of obtaining the sweet ingredients seemed to make him shift a little out of the sheer excitement.
Sweet treats were his favorite, but they were just that. Treats. They did not often keep sugar or honey with them. There was too much of a chance for it to turn rotten. But trading for some the next time they found a market was more than reasonable in his eyes. “Of course. I can keep my eye out for bees when I hunt tomorrow,” he said with a small smile. The slight grasses of the more savannah-like part fo the desert didn’t often boast such luxuries, but he would look for her simply because it would please her.
With the boys running past after the dog, Hasani craned his neck to watch them. “Be careful, you three!” Hasani called after the small gaggle of children. “Dogs enjoy when people give chase!” he added, snickering a little at the fact that it would likely run them in circles until it was bored or tired. “When we have a child, Tani,” Hasani started lightly, “I want to give them a dog,” he nodded to himself, letting his dark gaze flick to her. “Dogs seem to bring them such joy,” another sage nod as if his idea was a great one. That was questionable, but the few dogs that did walk with the tribe were often useful.
Some of them even chased off the smaller predators that tried to poach livestock in the middle of the night.
“I might trade for a dog sooner than that,” she smiled. Her soup was also gone and her mind had turned again to children. She so badly wanted to provide him with at least one. Sometimes women never even had that one and had to make due with nieces and nephews. Perhaps, if her sister ever had too many children, she would allow Tanishe to look after one as her own. That was a thought. Maybe if her sister had too many daughters…
A winsome smile crossed her features and she thought about that as she gathered the dishes from him and went out to find a servant to wash those. Her head was full of these kinds of possibilities and now that she’d decided that something like that was possible, she had headspace enough to think on bees again. While he was out hunting, she could look too. On her own.
Honey never rotted but they rarely used it for their food. It was much more useful in medicines and acted as a preservative and an aid in speedy healing. She came back to the tent as night was falling and took off her head covering, folding it neatly and putting it away. Her sandals came off and were set beside the front of the tent. She took the time to drag out her mortar and pestle to grind more dried herbs. These would be mixed together with another pile of ground up leaves, ready to make a tincture when honey was found.
She sat cross legged in the center of the tent, humming softly to herself, quite content. There were a few hours of daylight left and she definitely had the time to make this happen. Her thoughts had turned to plans for tomorrow and how to ease the elder’s suffering as she lay in the large, medical hawe. She wasn’t alone, but then, no one could really journey in death together. It was always a singular experience.
The day stretched on, unremarkable and glorious, in that respect. By the time she was crawling into bed beside her husband, she felt totally at peace. Her arm was flung over his bare torso and she snuggled up to him, sighing happily. “Promise me tomorrow will be this nice,” she murmured sleepily before drifting off into the land of spirits and dreams.
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“I might trade for a dog sooner than that,” she smiled. Her soup was also gone and her mind had turned again to children. She so badly wanted to provide him with at least one. Sometimes women never even had that one and had to make due with nieces and nephews. Perhaps, if her sister ever had too many children, she would allow Tanishe to look after one as her own. That was a thought. Maybe if her sister had too many daughters…
A winsome smile crossed her features and she thought about that as she gathered the dishes from him and went out to find a servant to wash those. Her head was full of these kinds of possibilities and now that she’d decided that something like that was possible, she had headspace enough to think on bees again. While he was out hunting, she could look too. On her own.
Honey never rotted but they rarely used it for their food. It was much more useful in medicines and acted as a preservative and an aid in speedy healing. She came back to the tent as night was falling and took off her head covering, folding it neatly and putting it away. Her sandals came off and were set beside the front of the tent. She took the time to drag out her mortar and pestle to grind more dried herbs. These would be mixed together with another pile of ground up leaves, ready to make a tincture when honey was found.
She sat cross legged in the center of the tent, humming softly to herself, quite content. There were a few hours of daylight left and she definitely had the time to make this happen. Her thoughts had turned to plans for tomorrow and how to ease the elder’s suffering as she lay in the large, medical hawe. She wasn’t alone, but then, no one could really journey in death together. It was always a singular experience.
The day stretched on, unremarkable and glorious, in that respect. By the time she was crawling into bed beside her husband, she felt totally at peace. Her arm was flung over his bare torso and she snuggled up to him, sighing happily. “Promise me tomorrow will be this nice,” she murmured sleepily before drifting off into the land of spirits and dreams.
“I might trade for a dog sooner than that,” she smiled. Her soup was also gone and her mind had turned again to children. She so badly wanted to provide him with at least one. Sometimes women never even had that one and had to make due with nieces and nephews. Perhaps, if her sister ever had too many children, she would allow Tanishe to look after one as her own. That was a thought. Maybe if her sister had too many daughters…
A winsome smile crossed her features and she thought about that as she gathered the dishes from him and went out to find a servant to wash those. Her head was full of these kinds of possibilities and now that she’d decided that something like that was possible, she had headspace enough to think on bees again. While he was out hunting, she could look too. On her own.
Honey never rotted but they rarely used it for their food. It was much more useful in medicines and acted as a preservative and an aid in speedy healing. She came back to the tent as night was falling and took off her head covering, folding it neatly and putting it away. Her sandals came off and were set beside the front of the tent. She took the time to drag out her mortar and pestle to grind more dried herbs. These would be mixed together with another pile of ground up leaves, ready to make a tincture when honey was found.
She sat cross legged in the center of the tent, humming softly to herself, quite content. There were a few hours of daylight left and she definitely had the time to make this happen. Her thoughts had turned to plans for tomorrow and how to ease the elder’s suffering as she lay in the large, medical hawe. She wasn’t alone, but then, no one could really journey in death together. It was always a singular experience.
The day stretched on, unremarkable and glorious, in that respect. By the time she was crawling into bed beside her husband, she felt totally at peace. Her arm was flung over his bare torso and she snuggled up to him, sighing happily. “Promise me tomorrow will be this nice,” she murmured sleepily before drifting off into the land of spirits and dreams.
Hasani seemed content with that answer. Dogs pleased him. They were useful, though vulnerable. They were good to hunt with, but a predator on the wrong side of the food chain could easily make a meal of them. His only reservation in that regard was getting used to and learning to adore such a creature, only to have it taken from them by a hungry lion or beast. Truly, it might have been more unlikely than Hasani thought, but the thought was still there. Still, that didn’t seem to phase him overly much. If Tanishe truly wanted a dog, he could find her one. It would not replace a child, but for his wife to be able to care for something that was not simply herself, him, or her patients? It would likely be a cathartic exercise.
His only reservation was that to see Tanishe later raise a child the way she raised a puppy would be strange and overall something that Hasani would be unable to take with a straight face. Even now, the notion was enough to let a smirk light his lips. Even though logically he knew that was not what would happen, the man couldn’t help but think about dogs and children until they meshed into one and he had to get up from the fire and do something with himself. The imagination of a man was overly strange at times and even Hasani was no stranger to intrusive thoughts.
“Of course. We will find a suitable hound on our next border trade,” Hasani mused lightly, dusting off his pants. When Tanishe wandered off to give their dishes to a servant to clean up, Hasani gave her a soft kiss to her forehead and excused himself to do his afternoon rounds. They were generally the same as his morning rounds, except more people were awake. More people were milling about the small tent city, talking and discussing and doing their daily chores. Many of the women were cooking their suppers. As he wandered, he found himself in conversation after conversation, checking up on each and every one of his tribemates either directly or indirectly.
Thus far, things had been entirely peaceful that day. And later into the day, they turned out to remain such. Thus, when he trailed into his tent toward nighttime, after sitting by the fire with some of his friends and smoking a bit of camel dung, he felt fulfilled. All of his duties had been finished and he had been allowed multiple hours to relax throughout the day. He took great care when undressing, folding his own clothes and slipping into bed before Tanishe in order to give him a moment to stretch and settle in. When she settled against him, the man slipped his arms around his wife, giving her a tender smile.
“You know that I cannot promise that every single day will be just as perfect as this,” Hasani admitted softly, pressing his lips to her temple. “But I can try to make it so through sheer willpower,” he added in a gentle whisper. With her dozing off, Hasani soon followed. Content and happy, he, too, wished that every day could be as good as this. And then he stopped thinking and welcomed the gentle tug of sleep.
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Hasani seemed content with that answer. Dogs pleased him. They were useful, though vulnerable. They were good to hunt with, but a predator on the wrong side of the food chain could easily make a meal of them. His only reservation in that regard was getting used to and learning to adore such a creature, only to have it taken from them by a hungry lion or beast. Truly, it might have been more unlikely than Hasani thought, but the thought was still there. Still, that didn’t seem to phase him overly much. If Tanishe truly wanted a dog, he could find her one. It would not replace a child, but for his wife to be able to care for something that was not simply herself, him, or her patients? It would likely be a cathartic exercise.
His only reservation was that to see Tanishe later raise a child the way she raised a puppy would be strange and overall something that Hasani would be unable to take with a straight face. Even now, the notion was enough to let a smirk light his lips. Even though logically he knew that was not what would happen, the man couldn’t help but think about dogs and children until they meshed into one and he had to get up from the fire and do something with himself. The imagination of a man was overly strange at times and even Hasani was no stranger to intrusive thoughts.
“Of course. We will find a suitable hound on our next border trade,” Hasani mused lightly, dusting off his pants. When Tanishe wandered off to give their dishes to a servant to clean up, Hasani gave her a soft kiss to her forehead and excused himself to do his afternoon rounds. They were generally the same as his morning rounds, except more people were awake. More people were milling about the small tent city, talking and discussing and doing their daily chores. Many of the women were cooking their suppers. As he wandered, he found himself in conversation after conversation, checking up on each and every one of his tribemates either directly or indirectly.
Thus far, things had been entirely peaceful that day. And later into the day, they turned out to remain such. Thus, when he trailed into his tent toward nighttime, after sitting by the fire with some of his friends and smoking a bit of camel dung, he felt fulfilled. All of his duties had been finished and he had been allowed multiple hours to relax throughout the day. He took great care when undressing, folding his own clothes and slipping into bed before Tanishe in order to give him a moment to stretch and settle in. When she settled against him, the man slipped his arms around his wife, giving her a tender smile.
“You know that I cannot promise that every single day will be just as perfect as this,” Hasani admitted softly, pressing his lips to her temple. “But I can try to make it so through sheer willpower,” he added in a gentle whisper. With her dozing off, Hasani soon followed. Content and happy, he, too, wished that every day could be as good as this. And then he stopped thinking and welcomed the gentle tug of sleep.
Hasani seemed content with that answer. Dogs pleased him. They were useful, though vulnerable. They were good to hunt with, but a predator on the wrong side of the food chain could easily make a meal of them. His only reservation in that regard was getting used to and learning to adore such a creature, only to have it taken from them by a hungry lion or beast. Truly, it might have been more unlikely than Hasani thought, but the thought was still there. Still, that didn’t seem to phase him overly much. If Tanishe truly wanted a dog, he could find her one. It would not replace a child, but for his wife to be able to care for something that was not simply herself, him, or her patients? It would likely be a cathartic exercise.
His only reservation was that to see Tanishe later raise a child the way she raised a puppy would be strange and overall something that Hasani would be unable to take with a straight face. Even now, the notion was enough to let a smirk light his lips. Even though logically he knew that was not what would happen, the man couldn’t help but think about dogs and children until they meshed into one and he had to get up from the fire and do something with himself. The imagination of a man was overly strange at times and even Hasani was no stranger to intrusive thoughts.
“Of course. We will find a suitable hound on our next border trade,” Hasani mused lightly, dusting off his pants. When Tanishe wandered off to give their dishes to a servant to clean up, Hasani gave her a soft kiss to her forehead and excused himself to do his afternoon rounds. They were generally the same as his morning rounds, except more people were awake. More people were milling about the small tent city, talking and discussing and doing their daily chores. Many of the women were cooking their suppers. As he wandered, he found himself in conversation after conversation, checking up on each and every one of his tribemates either directly or indirectly.
Thus far, things had been entirely peaceful that day. And later into the day, they turned out to remain such. Thus, when he trailed into his tent toward nighttime, after sitting by the fire with some of his friends and smoking a bit of camel dung, he felt fulfilled. All of his duties had been finished and he had been allowed multiple hours to relax throughout the day. He took great care when undressing, folding his own clothes and slipping into bed before Tanishe in order to give him a moment to stretch and settle in. When she settled against him, the man slipped his arms around his wife, giving her a tender smile.
“You know that I cannot promise that every single day will be just as perfect as this,” Hasani admitted softly, pressing his lips to her temple. “But I can try to make it so through sheer willpower,” he added in a gentle whisper. With her dozing off, Hasani soon followed. Content and happy, he, too, wished that every day could be as good as this. And then he stopped thinking and welcomed the gentle tug of sleep.