INGO WOMEN 3 (FUTA/F/YOUNG F)

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INGO WOMEN 3

So the brood of seventeen began their move out of the compound and into the interior. Tara and Yurwa took turns carrying little Ulirh.

Fara led the band with Brooke a close second, carrying the younger children when needed. It wasn’t long before they hit a village. Fara, in robes garnered respect. Asking for the local counselor, she was led to see Cesna.

“We are on a legal mission from Borid, my village. I need to know the direction to the Queen.”

“The QUEEN?”

“It is a legal matter. Can you help us?”

“Y-yes. Follow this trail. It is the easiest. You might encounter other tribes, but they should not give you any trouble, seeing your Elite robes and all. It is seven sols from here.”

“I am indebted to you.” Fara left and joined her group. “Fill your bladders with water. We have long to go.” Brooke was first to help the children carrying their skins toward the flowing stream.

Fara was concerned for their journey but felt a relief that Brooke was going along. She was young yet experienced. It was comforting.

So they trudged on. The forest got thicker, yet the trail was clear for them. Soon the children complained. Their feet hurt or they were tired.

“You think the Queen is tired?” Fara shot back at her brood. She didn’t care who said it.

Brooke took another tack. “The Queen is very beautiful and would love to meet you. Don’t you love the Queen?”

Of course they all professed love for the ruler. “Then we must continue so that you may meet her and show your love,” Brooke acknowledged.

The sun began to set. Fara looked for and soon found a clearing near the trail. “We should encamp for the evening.” She dropped her large pack and began to unpack the large folded oil cloth that would be their covering.

Brooke looked after the children, getting them to gather sticks for a fire. Fara then used her sharp machete to hack down saplings for their tent. Brooke watched Fara work, noting her strong arms and shoulders bulging with effort, thick sinews of brute strength straining to work the green wood. A slight smile crossed her lips thinking about their time together so far. Just then the kids were back with armloads of dry sticks.

As Fara erected the oil cloth tent, Brooke started the fire, asking the girls to unload some of the food they hurriedly grabbed for the trip. Without being noticed, she snuck away into the woods. She knew what she needed to do.

“Where’s Brooke?” little Haidra asked loudly. Fara turned as she finished using a vine and wooden stake to anchor one corner of the tent. She looked about. A sudden shiver went up her spine. Her senses became acute as she felt danger in the area.

“Sit by the fire, all of you,” she ordered as sh