PAST LIFE DIARY 2 - Story 401 - A compatible couple (X)

A COMPATIBLE COUPLE (X)

This is another one of X's lives, written from his perspective.

I'm standing by a stream with my hands on my hips. The water is running fast. I'm wearing a white tunic and a brown leather utensil belt which knives, rope, etc... I'm about nineteen years old. An older guy, about twenty five years old, comes from behind, maneuvering over the big rocks. He touches my face and kisses me, cheek to cheek. He asks me if I caught any (fish) yet. He's also wearing a white tunic and belt, as well as brown ankle sandals. He has fair skin, lighter than mine, and short, black hair. He goes and stands on one of the rocks, shades his eyes, and looks out over the stream. He then turns around and says it's time to load our stuff onto the boat. He wants to take advantage of the current which appears to be in our favor. It will be getting dark soon enough. We should be able to sail peacefully at night, he predicts by studying the clouds. I do as I'm told cause he knows what he's talking about. I have dark blond hair at chin length, and I'm wearing metal ornaments on my neck, ears, and wrists.

Q: Are you male or female?

X: Female, but I'm not a mother yet. I suspect I'm barren.

We load some large leather sheets onto the boat: knapsacks, slippers, food, our pets in a reed box... They appear to be small rodents, maybe hamsters. I start rowing with one oar, standing up in the boat. He'll take over from me when I'm tired. For now, he's mending a fishing net. He teases me by slightly rocking the boat. 'Exhausted?' he asks. 'No' I say, smiling bashfully. 'You know I'll do it faster than you' he says. I make a facial expression which indicates that I know he's teasing. I then smile, looking into the distance as if I'm posing. 'Come sit' he says, placing his hand to his left on the bench. I go over and sit, and he gets up to take over the rowing. To my surprise, the boat really does move faster now that he took over, using just the one oar but swiftly alternating between left and right.

It's dark now, and we've reached a point where the stream splits. We can't see well enough in the dark to know which offshoot of the stream to continue on, so we stop the boat and get off by a tree on a grassy bank. We let the pets out of their box to eat. We let them sit on a piece of cloth. They're very tame and have names. My companion's name is Maddes, and mine… He calls me Qoylaa, which means "mine" or "my beloved". We were given to each other by those who could see that we would be a good match. My grandmother was one of those people. He was still young. He smiled, shy but proud. He put out his hand to me and took me on a trip to test/prove that he was worthy of me and able to protect me if I would include children. I didn't. Five months later there was still no sign of a "moon belly". My grandmother asked me if he knew how to touch me. I told her that, of course he does but that he's careful. She was pleased to know that he was an informed man.