Tales of the Village Msagro chapter I in earnest…

 

Last time in the Tales of the Village Msagro…

 

None of them ever suspected that that day would change their lives forever…so it didn't

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The cool water was a refuge on this scorching July day on the last edges of the village. Things were different in the Outer Ring. The Gods were different, the life was different, and the love was different. The Outer Ring hugged the river and was threaded through by some smaller brooks and naturally occurring ditches. Lezy-Long-Tongue was perched naked on a soft mossy boulder that protruded from the center of the stream. The sun licking the tiny droplets off her belly and shoulders warmed her skin and everything was right in the world.

    The peaceful busy white noise of the water was interrupted by tense muffled murmurings emitting from The- Camera and The-Burdened's home. The sound was stressed and abrasive to her energies. Irritated she slipped off the rock. She had brought Fire-Crotch's cloak with her and she wrapped herself tightly in it now as she marched purposefully towards the hut. The voices grew as she approached.

"…is just after her birthday. We can't do that, that's not who we are."

"I'm so tired of you telling me who WE are. What about me? What about you? What about me? We are only a 'we' when we agree."

"You're getting off topic. Its one of those days isn't it? You just want to fight."

"No! This is important! We just can't have it her fucking around in there. Its not right! Her…'lover' is not one of us, Burdened! She doesn't belong here. She belongs back on the other side of the mountains where she can't touch our daughter. It's a disgrace. You saw how they ignored me last meeting. This must be stopped."

A sad resigned sigh slipped through the air, shifting the energy entirely, it sent goose bumps up her spine. The cloak slipped from her shaking shoulders, pooling around her hips in her lower back.

"Well. We are in no power to move her back. We'll have to find some other way."

Long-Tongue leaned heavily on the side of the hut, oblivious to the rough siding diviting the skin on her back. Scuffing footsteps approached the door. She sucked in a sharp breath and pushed off the wall, bolting back to the Sacred, the inner village…and away from her parent's home.