Sunday, September 17, 2006
Chapter 19D-Tyrone
"Now we get to see who the best man is. We've got a bet going on who is going to get their sixth chevron first."
"You still fighting the girls", Becca kidded, "or have you gotten to the big boys yet?"
Dirk got a little red but Rafe took it in stride. "I don't have to worry about it. Everyone is still challenging me. I haven't gotten to challenge anyone yet."
He grinned at Becca, "I would challenge you if you hurry up and train some more newbies."
She grinned back. "Perhaps we can always arrange something unofficial."
This was a side to Becca that Tobal hadn't really seen before and it interested him and disturbed him at the same time. They filled their mugs and rejoined the crowd. There was a drum circle forming and the sound was deafening in the small building.
Tobal and Becca slept together that night. They cuddled for a long time and shared stories about things they had done and things they wanted to do. The energy between them was different and when Tobal asked about having sex Becca murmured "not tonight. All I really want to do is just hold you and sleep with you."
With that cryptic answer circling in his brain they kissed, embraced and fell asleep entwined in each other.
The next morning was bright and cold and there were sun dogs circling the sun promising even colder weather. They joined their friends for breakfast and soon Becca was on her way to base camp to continue training with Loki, her third newbie and Tobal set out on the trail toward sanctuary.
As he snow shoed toward Sanctuary and pulled his sled he wondered at the strangeness of how things had been with him and Becca last night. He had certainly not been prepared for it and didn't really understand it. It seemed things had been all right but then again it seemed there had been something wrong. He hoped she hadn't changed her mind. Perhaps she was sleeping with Loki, the newbie, she was training. He instantly crushed that thought. He knew it was not true, but he just didn't understand and because he didn't understand he felt a little hurt. He had been expecting something like last month and it had not happened.
As he neared Sanctuary his thoughts turned to the subject at hand. He now had four chevrons with only two more before he was eligible for the Journeyman degree. As he headed toward santuary he felt kind of strange because Sarah had really been the last person he had trained and that had been in September and October. He didn't really count Crow since Crow had taught him much more than he had taught Crow. That meant he hadn't been doing much training in four months and he was determined to get going on it again. He wanted to get this training over with and be partnered with Becca more permanently if she was still interested.
He thought of the ways he had changed in the past years and the things he had done. He had gained a reputation as a very good trainer. None of his students had any trouble soloing and their students didn't seem to have much trouble either. At gathering and circle people came to him with questions on the best way to do things. His opinion was respected. He was also gaining a reputation as someone that kept to themselves and was hard to get to know. His closest friends continued to be Rafe, Crow,Ellen, Sarah, Melanie and now of course Becca. People liked him, his friends liked him, he was companionable but in a quiet sort of way. He didn't have anything to prove and he didn't show off. He was just comfortable and at ease with the situation, any situation. People respected that.
Tyrone was Tobal's fifth trainee and the month of late January and early February went by fairly fast and uneventfully. Tyrone was a tall, wiry farm boy from the appalachian mountains of all places, a real honest to God hillbilly complete with a Southern Accent and an engaging smile that would drive the girls wild at circle. The training came easy to him since he was already an accomplished hunter and trapper.
The nights were long and Tyrone spent many evenings carving a fiddle and then practicing with it. He had learned the skill from his grandfather back home and Tobal watched in fascination at the precision with which the fiddle was created piece by piece and then lashed together and sealed with pitch. He had never seen anything like it and was appalled at the terrible noise it made until he got used to it.
He used to laugh when Tyrone would pull out the fiddle and start to play because the wolves would start howling to keep company. All in all Tyrone was good company and the month went rapidly. Tyrone was a natural story teller and knew how to make people laugh and Tobal laughed often. Tyrone was like the brother Tobal had always wanted.
Once Tobal asked him how he had heard of Heliopolis way in hillbilly country and Tye had thrown back his head and laughed and laughed. He stretched his long legs and shrugged.
"I never heard of it before", he admitted. "I was trying for a city named Minneapolis and got my ticket wrong. My head never was that good with names. I knew it was cold there and didn't give it much thought until we had to start hunting our own meat and making our own clothes. It was so much like back home that I figured something was wrong but thought I'd study on it for awhile."
Tobal had been drinking tea and it exploded from his mouth and nose as he doubled up in laughter.
"Stop, You’re killing me", he waved weakly at Tyrone who was doubled over laughing too.
There were melancholy times when Tobal thought back over the past year and how much he had changed. He was more resourceful and inclined to do things by himself or on his own. He didn't care much about what other people thought. He had learned to judge people not by their appearances, but by what they did and even as important by what they didn't do.
Almost inspite of himself he found his feelings about Becca were deepening. She down played what she did and seemed to have a quiet competence that went unremarked. She had just a hint of melancholy that matched his own. There was an emotion in his heart that stirred and sang when he was around her. As spring drew closer he found himself thinking about her more and he knew he was in love.
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