1. Resisting Fate - Part One of Three


    Date: 8/6/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: Poppet, Rating: 49, Source: LushStories

    sense. I knew that if she were ever to be tamed and brought to heel she would need to learn my words. I held up my catch, saying 'iisashp í te' so she would know the word. I was pleased to see she understood and she pointed at it and repeated it back to me. Then she added 'rabbit', the name the creature held in her tongue. This was good, for soon we might both know enough to finally be able to speak. I smiled to let her know I was happy and I dropped the carcass by the fire so that she might clean and cook it for our morning meal. *** After the exchange of learning the word rabbit in his tongue, he dropped the rabbit by the fire. I assumed he expected me to skin and cook it. Apparently, men are men regardless of the color of their skin. Little did he know, my brothers back home had taught me to do just that. They always told me it was a good skill to learn. I know how much I surprised my husband when I first moved here and knew how to do dress an animal without his help. I stood up with confidence, and brushing my dress off, I dug into my bag and retrieved the knife given to me by one of my brothers as a wedding gift. I always used it to skin small game. Within minutes, I had it cooking over the fire. My rescuer stared at me, speechless for once, as I deftly readied the meal, I did my best not to smile at his shock. Even with food in my stomach, I couldn't shake the chill that had worked down into my bones. It was bitterly cold and I missed my husband's warmth. I dared not ...
    to sleep near the man who saved me, not wanting to give him the wrong impression. However, the more I looked at him, the kinder he seemed. His eyes were gentle and full of curiosity. Once fed, I began to feel the dirt and grime that covered me. I couldn't help but think how much I'd love a chance at a bath. My husband and I would often bathe in a pond on our land, and I so wanted to find a stream or river to clean up in and feel human again. I wanted to ask this man where I could wash, but how could I? Heck, I didn't even know how to ask him his name! While he was gathering things up from breakfast, I stepped towards him, resting my hand on his arm to get his attention. The heat of his skin was a welcomed feeling and I wanted to touch him further, to explore his body with my hands. Touching him so sent an unexpected surge through me and I felt a rush of something that would have been hard for me to admit, even to myself. “What is your name?" I asked, speaking slowly, thinking it would help him understand. He simply looked at me in confusion. His brows pulled together as I repeated the question. I wasn't sure how else I could ask him. I couldn't keep calling him my rescuer. That simply wouldn't do. That's when I decided to try telling him mine. “I'm Elsie,” I said softly as I brought my other hand to my chest, trying to explain. “Elsie,” I said again. “What is your name?” I brought my hand again to his bare skin and slipped my fingers inside his open vest. His well-defined ...
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