The next morning came too soon, Arngrim was up very early, but let me sleep a while longer, I was sure it would not happen again. The sun light was peaking through the one window in the shack allowing me the first real good look at my living quarters. It was a one room shack that with one window and one door. Unlike the stone homes of other trolls, the walls and roof were simply old boards nailed to a frame. There were no inner walls. You could see light coming through cracks in the boards. There was one small fire place for cooking, the fire was starting to burn down. There was a black pot hanging over the side of the fire keeping something warm.
The trolls must have put healing herbs in my food as when I got up my wounds were closed but still. I still had my blood stained tunic on. There was no way to clean it, so I pulled it off and tossed it in to a corner. I looked in to the pot and found a broth with a biscuit floating in it. I ate the biscuit and drank the broth. It was a nice warm fish broth that reminded me of home.
I walked out the shack door on to the dock. I could feel the warm morning sun on my skin. The air was clean and I could smell the water I was standing over. Arngrim yelled something in trollish. I looked down the dock to see him standing in a 35 foot fishing boat tied up at the end of the dock.
Arngrim is of average height for trolls but tall to me. His skin is rough, bumpy and weathered. The most impressive physical feature is his huge forearms, coming from years of pulling heavy nets. He also was working with out a shirt that showed the toned muscles of a Namegiver that worked hard every day.
Everything that Arngrim’s shack was not, his boat was. The boat was named Kingfisher, and was made in a low long boat style. It had a high front prow carved in the shape of a troll dame and a bird head carved on the back. The boat was a caramel brown and had been freshly stained. It had a red sail with a small white pennant on top of the mast.
I did my best to help Arngrim to load the nets, but I had never worked a fishing boat. He was barking at me in single words in the troll tongue and doing a lot of pointing and grunting. I started to understand what he wanted. And we got the boat lines cast off and the sail started to carry us out on to the lake. The boat moved like it was sliding like a sled on ice.
We got out to where the river entered the lake. Arngrim threw a large stone anchor over the side and steadied the boat. He pointed down in to the water and said something in troll. I looked over the side shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. I did not know what he wanted. He tried again in trollish. I must have looked confused. The he surprised me and said “find her” clumsily in the t’skrang language. I looked over the side and dove in.
OHHHH the water was cold, but it felt good. Not having done any real swimming in weeks the wetness of the water felt so good. It helped to sooth the fire in my wounds. I dove under and swam down the 40 feet to the bottom of the lake. The current was strong here where the river was flowing into the lake. I found moorings on the bottom for the net. I started rigging the net thinking I had found what he wanted.
As I was working the net on the bottom I was touched on the back. I looked to my right but all I saw was a red tail darting out into the dark water. I figured it for a large fish and went back to what I was doing. The next time I got hit with a strong bump. This is a game young t’skrang play. I darted after the red tail. As I got closer I could see it was a t’skrang tail. I pushed forward as fast as I could but this T’skrang was a much faster swimmer. They finally let up and allowed me to catch up.
I pulled up alongside what was a beautiful female t’skrang body. She was long, lean, and athletically shaped with curves in all the right places. Her skin color was a bright red with accents from deep red to orange. Her eyes were bright with a hint of mischief. I felt like someone reached in and grabbed my heart. Praise Floranuus!!
We swam to a small island a short way away from the boat. She waves to Arngrim, who was sitting on his boat. He waved back but even from the island you could tell he was not happy. She flopped herself down onto the sandy beach and smiled up at me. I stood as tall as I could letting the sun light reflect off of my wet muscles I am Ardor Zomay Skram.
“Fa’ala Partakkis,” she said, rolling her Rs and clucking her Ks. Even her speak gave me chills. I could see that she was looking over my body so I lifted my head crest to its full height. This caused her to let out a little giggle. I smiled and lay down in the sand next to her. We talked for about an hour. Where we were from, our families and how we had gotten here. The more I looked at her while we talked I could feel myself slowly moving closer to her. After about an hour I was laying right next to her. I could not help myself – I leaned in to steal a kiss. Arngrim started yelling from the boat in t’skrang about the nets. I looked over my shoulder and she rolled away and jumped to her feet. “Time to work,” she said with a playful smile. I watched her run down the beach to the water. Oh praise Flouranuus.
When we got to the lake floor we found the nets were full of fish. While we unhooked the net moorings, Partakkis kept rubbing up against me. She tried to make it look like it was an accident but it was not possible. She was too good a swimmer.
We helped Arngrim pull in the nets and we were done fishing before midday. We sailed back to the shack and started cleaning the catch. I watched how Partakkis was able to handle a knife. I commented that she was good with a blade and asked if she was a fisherman by trade. She laughed at me and said that she was the most graceful of blade handlers. With surprise I asked if she was a Tail Dancer. Her reply was that she was an accomplished Tail Dancer. I jumped up from my bench and declared that she had to train me to the next circle. I had been waiting to find another Tail Dancer for far too long. She giggled and asked how I would pay her for her training services. Before I could reply, she giggled again and said that she would think of something. My blood started pumping just with the look that she gave me.
Partakkis taught me many things in our time together. We started by her teaching me the troll language. Trollish is not that hard to learn. Once I did I got to know Arngrim better.
He was a troll with a fishermans temperament. He was easygoing and happy when the fish filled his nets. With two t’skrang working for him his life was pretty easy. We were done most days by midday. That left us lots of time for training and other things,(wink wink).
Ardor Zomay Skram
Tail Dancer 3rd Circle