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| - Character:Softblade(deleted) Author User:Imzadde. It had almost been too much too speak, but finally she let it spill forth to Elder Gravehorn. She was without a mate and she was with a child. She looked to him for guidance, after he acertained the situation he laid out three options for her there in the dirt floor of the small teepee. The first shocked her at the time and she had dismissed it very quickly, and now in the quiet of the night it seemed even more inconcievable to her. He'd drawn a brave and a squaw holding hands with a question mark over the pair. "Give my child to strangers?" she had hollared out in surprise, "Never! I could not do that! How would I know he or she was safe?" She had looked at the Elder like he'd lost his mind. Now in the silence of the eve, that thought horrified her even more. She'd already learned not everyone, not even all Taurens were very nice. Some were downright abusive. No her child would not go to a strange home. 'Over my cold dead body,' she thought to herself. Then he erased the squaw and pointed to the brave, then to Softblade. "Take a brave for a mate? Who would be willing to take me and a child in?" Her voice had been much softer this time. Elder Gravehorn erased the question mark, thought a moment and then wrote a T above the brave and looked back at Softblade. Softblade stared at the dirt T and thought. Who could he mean? There were a few she knew with such a start to their name. "Torc? Thunderhorn?" Grave had motioned no to the first and yes to the second. "Isn't Thunder a bit young? Besides. Elder, I hardly know him." She seemed to plead for a different answer. He erased the T and wrote a D. "Dakari?!" she exclaimed, "He's but a child himself." He conceeded that might be the case. "I think someone older may be better, that is if I were to go that route." Now that she was alone in the quiet, she thought on this and she became very certain she would much rather be mated with an older brave, even one considered to on the back end of the cycle of life, who would be there for her and her child first, and less concerned with making children of his own. She sighed. That was if anyone would even have her in her shameful condition. The third option appeared to be the one most likely to happen, and Soft had nearly brimmed over with tears when Grave had indicated it. He had simply indicated his tabard. The Tribe, they would help raise the child. She was part of a family now and they would take care of her and the baby. "This is what it means to be in a family, isnt it?" He had simply nodded. In that quiet moment, she wondered if he knew how much like a father to her he'd become. He told her to rest, the baby needed it. So she had, even though she much prefered adventure, she'd succeeded to the wisdom of his years. Now lying in the teepee alone, looking out just past the door and up to the stars, she found herself unusually happy. In this time of pain and shame, she'd finally realized that inside the Rainwalker Tribe she'd found a home, a real home.
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