With an arm around Jah'Ran's shoulder Samiel guided him by the sentinels, through the huddle of tents while all still slumbered, some of the Muur Rav woke and turned their heads to the new stranger, Samiel approached the biggest of the tents and pulled away its leather covered entrance letting a light steam cloud come out bringing with it an intriguing aroma to Jah'Ran's attention; as they stepped inside the tent the aroma became stronger and sweeter as it hanged and enveloped the air as a slight mist that awakened stomachs, Jah'Ran wobbled around the dark amber illuminated tent that surprised and delighted him as his curiosity made his eyes wider with everything in the tent - the large black metal pot that sat on top of the blazing embers, the soft skin covered stools and the ceramic pots and canvas bags filled with herbs and roots - the pot on the embers attracted him with its delicious coloured fumes that rose and spread about, there next to the pot had Samiel sat on one of the skins, his eyes smiling at Jah'Ran's child-like delighted reaction to this 'new-found world'.
"Come and sit here, my friend." Samiel said tapping his hand on one of the skins placed close to the pot. Jah'Ran slowly approached through the tent with his fur cloak dragging with his feet, clumsily sitting down in the same manner as Samiel on the skin beside him, softer than his own cloak, he smiled.
Samiel grabbed a bunch of roots from a nearby canvas bag and twisted and broke them passing them with one hand to Jah'Ran "Please have some bangaa roots, the Nehrd'Kua will be ready soon" he said while wafting the sweet fume from the pot towards himself. With some reluctance Jah'Ran released hold of one end of the cloak and received the roots on that hand; he looked at them curiously, Samiel grabbed a bunch for himself and after twisting and breaking them slowly began putting a few in his mouth and chewing, Jah'Ran mirrored his actions, and after beginning to chew on the bangaa roots he felt the sweet tangy flavour of them spreading through his mouth and made his eyes light up with enjoyment and began chewing faster and putting more roots in his mouth. "Har, har, har!" was heard as Samiel let out a loud healthy chuckle as Jah'Ran ate "Slower, my friend. There is plenty more bangaa and there is still the Nehrd'Kua to enjoy." Jah'Ran slowed and paused his fast chomping gazing at Samiel who was deep in thought, wondering where this stranger had come from and how could he have been in the cold without any robes, but much more wonder was why he felt no threat from this complete stranger.
That train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the moving pot lid that began moving with the boiling Nehrd'Kua, Jah'Ran's gray eyes still fixed on Samiel's deep blue eyes as if they were interchanging particles. "Samiel Goraisen! I hope ye 'ave not left my Nehrd'Kua to burn, boy!" said as loud as possible the coarse voice of the short elderly woman that had entered into the tent enveloped in many colourful robes and a fierce gaze in her eyes.
"Come and sit here, my friend." Samiel said tapping his hand on one of the skins placed close to the pot. Jah'Ran slowly approached through the tent with his fur cloak dragging with his feet, clumsily sitting down in the same manner as Samiel on the skin beside him, softer than his own cloak, he smiled.
Samiel grabbed a bunch of roots from a nearby canvas bag and twisted and broke them passing them with one hand to Jah'Ran "Please have some bangaa roots, the Nehrd'Kua will be ready soon" he said while wafting the sweet fume from the pot towards himself. With some reluctance Jah'Ran released hold of one end of the cloak and received the roots on that hand; he looked at them curiously, Samiel grabbed a bunch for himself and after twisting and breaking them slowly began putting a few in his mouth and chewing, Jah'Ran mirrored his actions, and after beginning to chew on the bangaa roots he felt the sweet tangy flavour of them spreading through his mouth and made his eyes light up with enjoyment and began chewing faster and putting more roots in his mouth. "Har, har, har!" was heard as Samiel let out a loud healthy chuckle as Jah'Ran ate "Slower, my friend. There is plenty more bangaa and there is still the Nehrd'Kua to enjoy." Jah'Ran slowed and paused his fast chomping gazing at Samiel who was deep in thought, wondering where this stranger had come from and how could he have been in the cold without any robes, but much more wonder was why he felt no threat from this complete stranger.
That train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the moving pot lid that began moving with the boiling Nehrd'Kua, Jah'Ran's gray eyes still fixed on Samiel's deep blue eyes as if they were interchanging particles. "Samiel Goraisen! I hope ye 'ave not left my Nehrd'Kua to burn, boy!" said as loud as possible the coarse voice of the short elderly woman that had entered into the tent enveloped in many colourful robes and a fierce gaze in her eyes.
