proud huntress with her trusted porter, ki'du. my big sister's dog; she found him half dead in a pile of rotten cloth, fed him from her own rations and taught him to fetch game. none of us dare to go near her when ki'du doesn't allow it.
me'wal is 5 years ahead of me. i always looked up to her. she always looks down; little brother who wants it all, gets it not, tries again, helps a lot, finds the spot, gets me hot, is my pal, takes it all.
she loves me back, i know. she doesn't care what all the other ibus think when we hug and dance, roll our skinny asses on the ground, run half naked through the bolo and annoy everyone who gets in our way. i'm my sister's keeper, she's her brother's coin of change.
she even taught me to kiss. it was strange but my lips sizzled from her touch, her scent in my nose, the powerful mist of kinship... i think. or was there something else? something i can't name, that does not exist in words, just in looks, touches, contact, sharing.
it will make me cry in pain when she has to go, one day.
(another side of me'wal here