In life there is wiyan, woman, from wiyan came life. Yata Pi, she is an isicola or free woman, but it was not always her path, stolen from Earth, did she find her way first into the Nothern lands of Skyverna, a solitary keep, her awakening was one of sheer terror torn from the fields of war, as she moved to work with an injured warrior, the sound of mortars and gun fire were soon replaced by something else an incessant hum, then...darkness. Had they done her a favor? There are worse things then death......
Catapulted by Steel ships to the land of Gor, would she soon know more. The favored woman of a Northern Jarl, did she now understand, that life in Gor was far more complicated, and that favor was the only chance a girl had or..ambiguity. Eventually earning the run of the keep as first girl, did things seem bearable...but she pretended.
Her Master, left with the merchant and what few men he had did he meet perchance with raiders, outlaws....it is not known. But he did not return, soon it was believed he had passed, for they as women dared not follow through the treacherous passes to search for them. She and her sister Kaye soon, took up the keep, Kaye and the small collection of slaves, that had once worked in the vineyards, the small valley supported amid the high mountains became the mistresses of the mountain home of Skyverna.
They lived in silence and peace for a time but something grew. Her master an absentminded fellow had not thought to procure for her slave wine and there had been no first girl, trained in the art of slave making upon her arrival, his halls would soon know the cries of a babe. In time do all things change, her small moment of freedom was followed by capture, her strong earth accent heavy and a speckled with strong Gaelic overtones gave her away.
She was traded and handled now through hands as is the way of slaves in Gor, for slaves in Gor have no rights, no privileges and little hope.
But on a dark day, a day when her head was bloodied and beaten for a minor mistake, did she meet him....in a small Port town on an Isle on the most western shores of Gor, did he come a "Red Savage". That name harsh, and the name given by the Wasicu did not fully state who he was.
What was a savage doing on the west of Gor...on a walk about to learn the ways of the wasicu, and a separation from his own tribe for dealing harshly with his brother, did he trade Kaiilauk furs, and more, the Master wanted nothing to do with him, for savages were seen as either brutes, spectacles, or something deeply to be admired...
It was as her head came out of the delerium of the punishment that she saw him, so different so, she had read of men like him, but always in the earth books and now he stood before here in flesh and blood. She saw something that still rang a spark of earth, something that had survived...they were called the Kaiila Isanna, they still had the memory of their people although their memory name was deeper more ancient.
She daringly, and stupidly, went about her chores, chores that would take many hours, and as she went out to fill the water jug...did she decide then and there to run....., she followed him, sinking her feet into the mud, and using the skills she had learned on earth did she try to hide from his awareness, as he moved down the hidden paths on his feathered and hand painted Kaiila, but he was aware.
In time they met on this path face to face, she slipped back but he stayed around the village, something in the inhan peaked his curiosity and soon their paths intertwined, learning the ways of an inahan more deeply in the next few months did she see him in the school, see him in the market..until the day she finally broke free. Cosseted away behind the eyes of her master, for who cared for a slave, no one really new her, she would steal hours here and there, time.
Then one day, she took up a small pouch only, little things, a fine comb, some dina oil, trinkets and a lock of her babes hair and the blanket she was wrapped in, she had kept is thus far, and was not about to let go of the only link she still had to a red haired babe named Lily. A market bag, unassuming, did she meet him..She now traveled with him, his silent coup, would not go without notice.
Just after the birth of the twins, whose baby names are Wichapi Hoksila and Wichapi Wincincala, Star Boy and Star Girl. Rose and Heca in Repose.
Entwining now her story with his he smiled as he took his coup, it would have been better for the man if he had traded with him.. but the red head appealed to him, so one way or another, he would not go back to the barrens empty handed.
No matter that she was someone else's property, that was even sweeter, for white laws meant nothing to the people. But he set her free on his lands now as a free woman did she explore the first real freedom she had known on Gor. Perhaps the most free of all of the free men of Gor are the First Nations people.
And of all the bizarre things that could happen did it, she gave of herself freely to him during a trivial little game of hunter and hunted her child like spirit coming forth did she realize that there were some lines not to be crossed with even the Kaiila Isanna men.
She did this willingly...she served the people well, learning culture, customs, language it was slow at first so many new things, new sounds, new foods, leathers instead of silks or fine perfumes, nothing of what the world had valued on her before.
She was now an inahan, a personal one to the man called Heca Mahapiaya Wolakota...Cante Wakan. "Keeper of the sky traditions, with a holy heart" He was man on the way to medicine from his namesake, it was only a matter of time as he forged his way across Gor, and took back his space among his people before he fully stepped into the moccasins of his father.
Through many trials, lessons, love and learning did she find her place at his side, in time that place would be equally at his side, even the medicine woman Unci had seen it that day on the field of humiliation but that is another story for the talking stick. She had seen something in the girl, pejuta or healing medicine. She soon brought her to her side often, and Wambli at the time named simply Rose...rose up off her knees into the woman she was to be from birth, that of a healer.
In time freedom found her and let her go from bonds, but the heart bond is strong, washaka and in freedom did she still serve as fiercely to her people as she had in their captivity, for there was love.
She grew, learned and in time held the babes of Heca in her arms, as free woman now she could do this, for life was precious. Life was precious. So her medicine is the medicine of life..to sustain, to uplift and to counsel, and to show by example for this is life....LIVING it FULLY is the greatest medicine journey we can ever take up.
Wiconi ~ Life...mother, wife, Pejuta Wiyan or shaman to her people she walks now in the moccasins of her elder, Unci Wakan.