this is tuka's chores
(20:59:29 )
[PIC]
.Tuka{MTC}.
mat slave
[Thassa Beach]
on the beach of the Thassa
says to ALL
: Tuka was up early that morning, but that was typical for the dark haired girl. She loved being up when the sun stretched her rays out to urge the plains to life, to rouse the bosk from their slumber. This morning, was no different for her except for on thing; she was going to gather clams. She had heard some of the other slaves talking about how they had collected them the last trip to the sea and Tuka was anxious to try her hand at it. How hard could it be? Tuka, although it had been frowned on by her family knew how to use a bow, even a bola but she was not pemited to carry these of course. She did however, have a long smooth peice of leather thong, that she had threaded through a supple peice of leather of one of the strands. The pouch could hold a medium sized stone, and if one was good enough, it could be whired about her head and released to let a rock fly. She used to kill the urts that plagued the camps and had even managed to kill a tumit with one shot. Tuka remembered those days with a fondness in her heart as she slung a grass sack over her shoulder, and found a strong sharp stick that was thick and sturdy enough to withstand a good amount of pressure.
The sun had just begun to lift over the Eastern part of the sea, casting a red light over the water. Even in the warning of the light, Thassa looked beautiful and ominous at the same time. Tuka didn't care however, and slowly began to walk along the beach until she was just at the water's edge. She sang brightly as she walked, but now her steps were not light and graceful, rather like the pounding of a drunken warrior who had drank too much fermented milk curds.
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
went her feet in the sand. hoping now that she would see a clam stir in its sandy tomb.
SMACK
THUD
STOMP!
Tuka laughed and sang while she pounded slowly along the beach until at last she caught a slight movement directly in front of her
(21:05:10 )
[PIC]
.Tuka{MTC}.
mat slave
[Thassa Beach]
on the beach of the Thassa
says to ALL
: Tuka was on that clam like an urt on a rotting corpse. She balanced, spread her stance just so and stabbed the pointed end of the stick just on the edge of the keyhole of suction the clam made in its retreat.
"Come on clam! I'm not going to hurt you! Well, not right away anyway!"
Tuka laughed and tossed her hair to the side as she pushed the stick further into the wet sand, pushing down on an angle towards the ground until the tip of the stick that was burried slowly pushed the clam back out towards the surface. It was then that Tuka quickly pulled it free from the sand
"Got one! I got one!"
Tuka laughed and danced about like some crazed woman before dropping it into the sack
(21:13:34 )
[PIC]
.Tuka{MTC}.
mat slave
[Thassa Beach]
on the beach of the Thassa
says to ALL
: It wasn't long before Tuka began to get the hang of in, stepping hard with pounding steps in the wet sand, doing some sort of odd dance with a flailing of the stick and bag while she bounded along the sand. Every now and then, the bag would be flung off to the side, the sharp stick stabbed into the sand and a small tuckuk whore throwing herself shamelessly against the dirt, wrestling with the elusive mulusk. Tuka kept it up until the sun was high up over her head, and the sweat began to take over her body. She could barely carrry the sack by the time she was finished, and had to drag it back to the fire with her where she emptied them out into a deep pail she had filled with sea water.
(21:34:46 )
[PIC]
.Tuka{MTC}.
mat slave
[Thassa Beach]
on the beach of the Thassa
says to ALL
: Tuka had begun to set up a small work station near the fire but just out of the way; two buckets of water and another bucket to discard any clams that weren't alive. Very carefully then, Tuka began to examine the clams one by one. First, she tapped the shell of the clams that where closed shut with a small rock while she had it laid out in the palm of her hand. She'd wait to see if the clam would open its shell. If it did, it was alive and would get tossed into one of the buckets of freshwater. Any clams that had chips in their shells or that were open already were discarded into another bucket. These were not safe to eat. She was in her own world, sorting the clams and living in the moment went out of the corner of her eye she caught a movement on the beach running towards the precious clams she had gathered. A long haired ship urt had made its way from one of the ships moored along the beach and was heading her way. Not today urt! Without even thinking, not giving a second thought to the consequence, Tuka shot up to her feet and pulled the small sling from around her neck. As quick as lightning, that small slave a round stone in her hand that was quickly pushed into the small pouch of the sling. She was quick, she was deadly with the makeshift weapon that had more often than not prevented her from getting hurt or provided her with food. Both ends of the leather thong were in her hand, the small loop of one of the arms pulled onto her her finger. She swung the sling over her head. A woosh and whirl breaking the early silence of the day.
"Aaaaiiieeeee!" She called, still not thinking, Tuka released the free end of the sling, letting it slip from her hand and sending the stone to course through the air only to meet it's mark, hititing the urt right between the eyes.
(21:41:19 )
[PIC]
.Tuka{MTC}.
mat slave
[Thassa Beach]
on the beach of the Thassa
says to ALL
: Tuka stiffened, realizing just what she had done. She quickly looked around her, wondering if any had seen her using this small weapon she had discovered so long ago. Leaving the clams, leaving the dead urt in its slowly growing pool of blood, Tuka tore off towards the trees
