Who could have asked for a better mate than the one she was so fortunate to have. She asked herself that every time she looked at the two beautiful children he had given her. Their son milk-named Kus, who would someday follow in his fathers steps as a warrior and hopefully an iron master, and their daughter Sheku, who she already sensed, would be the daughter her father wanted so badly to be proud of. She had never imagined she could be so content, and she had Jai to thank for that transformation. He was her Sky, and she wanted nothing more than to make him happy. When each of their children made their way into the world, she was relieved to have his strong hands were there to catch them, and when he announced them to the Sky it had brought tears to her eyes. She had sensed for many moons, changes in the man she had mated - good changes that seemed to lift a heavy burden from his soul. She was not conceited enough to believe that she had anything to do with them, but she knew something very profound had occurred to bring her mate the peace he so needed. Truth be told, he had given her back herself, that part of her that seemed to have died many years ago. Now she looked forward to each day, waking early sometimes to watch him as he slept. She had known during the last part of her pregnancy that she carried more than one child. She hadn't known that they would arrive one boy, and one girl though, and was as surprised as her mate when they came that way. As she held her daughter for the first time, she was given a vision of what the future held for her, and she was content. This daughter would be her fathers daughter, listening to his advice and taking heed of all the wisdom he gave her. With both parents to guide her, she would some day become a very strong woman of the people. Their son would someday be a fine warrior, proud of his origins, his family and his people. This she was sure of. These things went through her mind as she watched Jai with their newest children. He was patient, and gentle, and she could see that his love for them was absolute. Their time at their own fires with their twins, and Teng and Aponi and little FesTus were the brightest times of her day.
Of all the family wagon circles in the camp, she felt that theirs was the happiest. When the warriors returned from their day of work, they were welcomed with open arms, both Kaeli and Aponi waiting and watching until they heard the familiar steps of both, and greeting them with unrestrained love. After they were settled on their furs, the children were brought out for them to play with while the women brought them food and drink. There was harmony within their wagons, and everyone could see it. Even their slaves were happy, neither feeling any animosity from their mistresses, both made to feel that they contributed in a great way to the smooth running of their camp, and to the watching of the new children. Kaeli thanked the generosity of her mate for making sure they had help, and she was doubly grateful that he was took more than just a casual interest in his children. He was truly skilled when it came to his newest, having a talent for calming them and it made her smile to watch him as he played with them. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and far far more than she had ever expected to be blessed with.

She watched the kaiila carry its rider from the camp accompanied by guards. She was too far from the camp for them to notice her watching, which was as she wanted it. She didn't want any to see the emotions that swept over her face as she watched, and she certainly did not want the woman riding away to know just how sad she was to see her go. Having never known family till now, she was very protective of one she was now a part of, and seeing one of her family leaving cut into her very deeply. She knew with all certainty that they would see each other again, but it did not change the feeling of loss she felt now. When they had finally ridden out of sight, she turned Ghost and moved off in a different direction. The day had dawned as any, but with a new change for the healer. When she went to dress, her breeches which were snug by design, were so much so that she had to finally put on one of the many beautiful dresses made for her by her daughter, Aponi. The dress was cut so that she could still ride without the garment sliding up, and it fit nicely, conforming to her newly changing figure. After slipping into the dress, she ran her hands over her belly, feeling the changes and smiling. No more flat belly, now it was rounding out noticeably. She knew what to expect being with child, and the changes would not be so gradual in a woman her size. Her mate seemed not to mind these changes, in fact many times she had awakened to find his hand curled protectively over her belly and this made her happy. He seemed excited to know he would soon be a father again, and thankfully he was not the kind to restrict her movements or activities too much. She herself was at the pinnicle of happiness. She wanted this child so much. She did not have the same fears now that she had with her other two, and this child she would not hide or push away, afraid that getting too close would somehow cause their deaths. No, this child would not be left without a father, and she would not be left alone to raise it. It was not that she hadn't loved her other two..to the contrary, she loved them like life itself. That was why she had made the decisions she had when they were young, to protect them from what she could only call the black cloud that seemed to follow her like a shadow. As unreasonable at it sounded, she had spent most her life under the illusion that she was somehow tainted by this cloud. Both parents dead, then her mate dying had caused this feeling, and when she was left with the two small infants, she placed them away from her to keep the same fate from happening to them. So, this new life growing within her, was a new start. She no longer felt that the cloud followed her. She was so proud of Jai, and her happiness at having his child was more than she could express.

She is as happy as any one person can be. She adores her mate and when he returned from retrieving the child Patch, she was relieved. She did not rest until he was back, and the night that he returned was the first night she slept since he had departed on his mission. If worrying about one's mate was considered a weakness, then she was guilty of that, but she would never apologize for such a thing. It was her devotion to him that fueled it, and she would not have it any other way. He was her sky, and she was not afraid to show it. Their times alone in their wagon were a source of great pleasure to both. He was a master at cultivating that side of her that was uninhibited, and she adored him more for setting that side of her free, and not minding the direction that it took. Their wagon was the only place she was free of all the constraints that were imposed on a freewoman in the tribe, and it was here that she allowed herself to give in to those heated stirrings that she had every time she set eyes upon him, or he looked at her in that certain way. She couldn't be sure, but she sensed changes in him.. that the wounds he had born for so long grew fainter in his heart, and he had begun to trust. Maybe it was knowing that he was her sky, and all she wanted. She didn't know. What ever the reason, she wanted to make sure it continued, and he remained happy....

There is something on the air. She isn't quite sure what it is, but she can feel it. Lately she has not been able to tolerate the smell of food and she has a reasonably good idea of what the problem is. Being a healer, she waits a while, till it is the right time to test, and finally does a test, and it only confirms what she already suspected. She is with child. Jai was quick to figure it out and she didn't need to even say anything. All he had to do was see how she reacted to the smell of food and he was grinning. They were closer than most as it was, but this new facet brought them even closer, and life was perfect. When she woke up that morn, and found Jai's side of the furs empty, she didn't know what to think. It was not long before she found the note in which he explained where he had to go, and why. She understood his position and why he had to be gone, so she moved through the days of his absense, keeping an eye out beyond the herds, waiting and watching. She prayed to the Skies to bring him back safely, so that they could both be there when the new life they created decided to make its way out.

So it has finally come to be. The Ubar has deemed the bride price sufficient, and Jai officially claimed her as his mate. She is so happy to finally be able to call him her mate. No better is there in the camp, in her eyes. So now it is time to begin to make a family, to fill the wagons, and return the gift the Skies saw fit to give. Now she has a mate, a new son, and soon a new daughter. They will start their own circle of wagons, and hopefully there will be many new sons, daughters, and grandchildren to bless them. This night, when I went to find my furs, they had been moved into Jai's wagon. I was not bothered by this, it was right and I needn't worry about the elders gossiping. When I slipped into his wagon, he was waiting-that glint I see often when we are together, in his eyes. This time, he un-laced my vest, and helped me out of my breeches. Then he held the furs for me to take my place beside him, and everything fell into place, like we were meant to be.

One truly never knows everything about a mate until that point where they consumate their joining. It is at that point when both are naked of clothes and any of the other things they hide behind, that they truly get to know the person they will spend their life with. As in all claimings, there is no chance to sample the wares the other has to offer before hand, and a woman can only hope that the mate who claims her will be the kind of warrior that will give as much as he receives. In this the Skies gave Kaeli a gift. She could not have asked for more. When they finally met, skin to skin, with nothing between them save the heat of their two bodies, he took his time, caressing her body, finding those spots that he knew would take her to the brink, teasing and playing them like an instrument,bringing her to the edge and back. She let her hands roam over his muscular body, memorizing every bit, letting her fingers dance over his most sensitive of spots, flitting here, caressing there, finding those spots that would bring his blood to a boil. When neither could hold out any longer, and the fires inside them needed quenching, they came together. Her eagerness to have him, matched by his eagerness to take her. They were perfectly suited, they fit together like a hand in a glove, and when they reached their peak..they found it together......

I was out riding Ghost when I was approached by outrides who told me I must return to camp immediatly. The scouting party had seen signs of Turians and all women were to remain in camp until further orders. It always amazed me that those people who lived behind wall, ever lost their fear long enough to come out, but she could wonder such things later..now I turned must return home. For a while I helped pass out the jerky and flat bread to the warriors, scouts, herders and outriders, and then I helped build the fires needed to cook the meals. It wasn't hard to tell that the warriors are excited over the prospect of a good battle, and they milled around like bosk with no direction. They had pulled out their best weapons and many sat in a circle sharpening them. Like most women of the camp, the idea of battle always brings mixed blessings. On the one hand, there is the pride of knowing your man is a warrior and is not afraid to fight to show it, and on the other hand is a fear that he may be injured or be brought back dead. Battles that take place away from the camp are particularly hard, since us women are not allowed to ride with the Warriors and must remain behind waiting. The wait is so hard so I try to keep myself busy. It could be ahns before any in camp would know how their men fared. Of course I worry about Jai, Teng, and even Old Sef. In a way I am thankful my son has not earned his scar yet..just a little more time I will have to be his mother. After what seems like days, warriors start to trickle in from the battle, each has a bit of news for us, and for the most part, it is good. The Turians are unprepared for the fierceness of the Tuchuk Warriors, and most of the blood being spilled on the field of battle is their own. While I wait more news, I help tend those with wounds. Skies there are so many. Lances, arrows, axes, and just about anything that can be used in battle has left its mark on the Warriors. I even pulled a broken tine from a pitchfork from the leg of one man. Silk, Falon and I are up to our elbows in injured, but thankfully there seem to be no fatal wounds, and the warriors are proud, the scars from these wounds will end up being stories told at the fires, and each will have a story to spin. As the time passes and fewer warriors are returning, I am beginning to worry. Where are Jai and Teng? I don't get much time to dwell on that. The drums sound again, and before I can even wash the blood from one warrior off my hands, Ba'tar, Jai, Teng, Sef, and Ayguili all come in. Its a good thing that blood doesn't bother me, because Ba'tar, Jai and Sef are all bleeding profusely and their woulds are serious. I don't have any idea how long it takes me to tend them all, but I know that when I finished I was exhausted. I know I will be busy keeping my eye on all of them for a while, but I am happy to know they all came home alive, and from the sounds of it, many Turians did not.