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One of these days I’ll be able to think up brilliant blog openings on a moment’s notice. But not today. I’m glad to see you, though. 🙂

Most of you know the routine around here. Mondays are Mirth and Music, Wednesdays are WIPpets, and Weekends are wildcards. Since today happens to be Wednesday, I guess it’s time for a WIPpet. In case you couldn’t tell by the banner, I’m returning to The Queen of Bears this week. We last left Arvid sputtering over unwanted attention whilst big brother Kiano jumped to the rescue. Here are the next 11 paragraphs. (Don’t worry, They’re short). My math looks like this: 13, for the year, minus 2, for the day. 🙂

She flopped to the floor in relief when Kiano threw the last of the boys out. “Thank you. I didn’t wish to embarrass them.”

Kiano shot her an irritated scowl. “How considerate of you. Too bad those whelps hadn’t learned the difference between disinterest and adoration yet.”

Oya crab-crawled over to sit next to Arvid. “You’ll get used to the flirting. Next time someone touches you, use a pressure point to make him let go.”

Arvid nodded. “I never thought I’d need battle tactics to ward off hormone crazed men.”

Kiano growled at the door. “You shouldn’t need to. Next time those…” his mouth churned, the words omitted by habit. Arvid smirked. Their father would be proud of Kiano’s restraint. “I think I’ll ask Master if he’d mind if I took over their training for a while.”

Oya shook her head. “I don’t know when the Elders plan to send her off, but Arvid should do it if she has time. The oldest of them couldn’t be past the third level. Even if she weren’t the second best fighter in the whole tribe, she reached the highest skill level a year ago. They wouldn’t have a chance sparring with her.”

“They wouldn’t have a chance of winning the sparring match, no. They might have other chances, though.”

Oya waved a hand, “Nah. She’d pin them in five seconds.”

“Being pinned by an older woman might not bother them as much as you think.”

Oya opened her mouth to object again, but Arvid, sensing an argument, cut her off. “It’s late. Mother will wish me to grind flour before I start training tomorrow.”

Oya glared at her. Arvid shrugged apologetically. She’d been lectured by both Oya and Kiano about getting involved in their arguments. If your big brother intended to marry your best friend, there was no such thing as a right side to take. “I wasn’t agreeing with him.”

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Jael and Sisera by Jacopoc Amigoni, c. 1739. For those of you who don't know the passage, Sisera was the general of of the Canaanite army, which was greatly oppressing the Israelite people at the time. After losing a battle, Sisera ran to his buddy's wife. She let him rest in her tent. As soon as he fell asleep, she literally pinned him to the ground with a tent peg. See Judges 4. http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Judges%204&version=NIV

Jael and Sisera by Jacopoc Amigoni, c. 1739.
For those of you who don’t know the passage, Sisera was the general of of the Canaanite army, which was greatly oppressing the Israelite people at the time. After losing a battle, Sisera ran to his buddy’s wife. She let him rest in her tent. As soon as he fell asleep, she literally pinned him to the ground with a tent peg. See Judges 4.

 

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