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Brigid's Dress
Amongst the Zuvowangidae was a woman. Her name was Hamyone and she was theoretically mispronouncing her own name. She was the aunt of Casca, Brigid's late father and thus Brigid's great-aunt.
Dressed in the finest of robes and using a cane that she didn't even need, this seventy-six year old Evabon woman was Wilusa's town crier and gossip. If only he grammar was that good.
"Ain't it a pity Llud has to give up being Champion of Wilusa to be chieftain of some clan?" she had asked. This day she had brought her great-niece Brigid a dress. It was a cyan dress that hung from Brigid's left shoulder and went down to her knees. Brigid was also given two bracelets made of yellow cloth. "It is me best work!" She said as Brigid tried it on. "What do you think, me dear?"
"It is very pretty." Said Brigid. "May I wear it when I join the dancers today, Auntie?"
"Join the dancers?" asked Hamyone in a huff. "Certainly not!"
"But I was learning to dance since I was three years old back in my old village!" objected Brigid.
"Your village belonged to Evabon who had converted to the Thunderan way of life." Stated Hamyone. "Amongst our people if a dancer is to earn her title then she must leap over a charging zeuster to complete her training! Bad tempered beasts that more than have killed dancers and those who try to sacrifice them to the Spirits!"
"But—"
"Enough!" Hamyone brought her cane down upon the floor of the Hall of the Zuvowangidae. "You will not be joining the dancers! Not now, not ever! If you do I shall cast you out of our hall for one whole year! Understood?" Brigid was fighting to hold back the tears caused by Hamyone's outburst. It was difficult. Brigid had wanted to continue her dance lessons for a long time but had found chores constantly getting in the way. It seemed Eukratez and Hamyone were always giving her more chores each day. Ultimately, Brigid nodded. "Good, now go and get water for Eukratez."
Brigid grabbed a jar, placed it over her head and went on her way to fetch water for Eukratez. Eukratez was a cook in the employ of the Zuvowangidae but Brigid hated being around him, fearing that if he tripped and she fell upon him his great mass would kill her.
As Brigid walked on her way to the well, Cheetara was passing the very same way. Cheetara was looking for Gard and Balor told her that Gard was meditating on the subject of the absence of Pwyll the Colossal, Balor's father. When asked where, Balor informed Cheetara that Gard was not far from Piyamaradu and immediately Cheetara knew where to look for him. The moment that Brigid was seen by Cheetara, notice was taken of the young girl's struggle to keep from crying.
"Brigid, what is the matter?" asked Cheetara, stopping to look at the girl carrying a jar over her head.
"My Auntie Hamyone." Was all Brigid said.
"What has that old busybody done this time?" asked Cheetara. Brigid explained everything and Cheetara understood the whole thing. "I'm sorry to say it, Brigid, but I agree with your great-aunt. You could end up being hurt or worse killed when you finally have to finish your training."
Brigid brought the jar she had been carrying over her head down and ran off, tears now flowing. Cheetara could only look down at the abandoned jar. Brigid would understand in time but her heart had been set on dancing and hearing twice in the same day that learning to dance would be dangerous to her had broken Brigid's little heart.
