Coach_Michaels: Blog

Cool! I've got a description of a pierced cavegirl for you. What's that? A story about her? Maybe someday. I'd like that. Really, I would.

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Kundika stood before old Kalevo the High Chief and Volon the Shaman. The hundred or so people who made up the Clan of the Telgífi were gathered about, as were another hundred or so from the various nearby clans which, together, made up the Vamhečo. At nineteen, Kundika was making a name for herself as a player of drums and a maker of fishhooks. A lovely woman, many men had sought her affections, though now some felt that it had always been a hopeless ambition. She was generally well-liked, and if her fate had been put to a popular vote, she would have been safe, despite the superstitions of her people.

If the young woman felt any fear she didn't show it, as she awaited the judgement of the two most influential people in the entire tribe. As befitted such an occasion, she was dressed in her finest clothing and jewelry. Atop her round face a mass of coal-black hair was braided into three tresses, each formed into two loops, so that six loops crowned her head. There were three rings in each ear. A slender strand of beads linked each of these rings to a similar one pierced through the septum of her nose. The beads, hanging in graceful curves, shone brightly in blue and yellow, enhancing her brown skin and dark hair. A small bar of gold decorated the left of a full lower lip, setting off a similar bar through her right eyebrow. About her neck were beaded cords of blue, yellow, and white. A single small pendent of gold rested between her firm, round breasts, each tipped with a brown nipple through which a ring had been threaded. A single strand of white beads ran from each ring to the pendent, a circle with a set of stylized wings inside, the symbol of the dreaded díptar, or pteranodon, a constant danger to those who would live in cliffs near the water. The muscles of her abdomen didn't show unless she flexed, but a polished quartz crystal, a symbol of strength, rested in her navel. About her hips was a braided leather cord dyed blue and yellow. A black leather sheath on her right hip contained a knife made from antler and flint. In front a length of bark cloth, dyed blue, hung halfway to her knees. There were more rings beneath, but these did not show at this time. There was no cloth in back. At the bottom of her long supple legs were feet as dainty as any woman of New York or San Francisco, shod in sandals of díptar leather. There was blue and yellow beading on the sandals, too. All of the beading had been done by a girl named Koina, a fact which was lost on no one.

But I guess I'm not. I've got nothing this week. I don't know when it will be, but Paul and Paula are alive and well and I will have more of them here eventually. Eventually.