My fingers were numb and practically bleeding from cracking walnuts. The preparations were just beginning, and I was working as hard as the rest of the women, despite my mother's dissatisfied glances whenever she looked in on us. I knew that look. She thought such work was beneath me. But it felt good to pull the walnut flesh from the shell, the rough texture giving way to the edible meat within. Occasionally I would sneak a bite into my mouth. All in all, it was a good start to an exciting day.
It was an early morning, and I was working by the light from the fire. On the community hearth there were four pots boiling. Plain water, a rich venison stew, a pot of vegetables, and a pot of washing. I knew my dress was in the last pot and I periodically stood, stretched and went over to stir the pot. It could only remain in the hot water for a short period without leeching the red dyes from the fabric. I reached over for a stick, pulled off the lid, and poked at the clothing within. I fished out my garment, and draped it over a nearby chair. With any luck, the heat of the nearby fire would dry it in time for the feast.
"What are you doing now?", I heard my mother's irritated voice from the doorway.
"I am just pulling out my dress," I said and hurried back over to where more walnuts awaited. Looking up, I saw her eyes flash in the firelight. Her long dark hair was swept back and she wore her work clothes.
"Well. Are you ready for tonight? Have you chosen?" She sounded grim.
"Yes, mother."
"You will not shame us?"
"No, mother." I replied, blushing furiously.
"Good. I will expect to see you in the feast hall before dusk. I will need your help with the preparations."
"Yes, mother" I replied to her back as she turned to exit.
My heart was pounding. The heavy rains had come and our clan had begun to gather and prepare for the solstice feast. Women of all ages came and went from the community kitchens preparing every dish you can imagine. Children were already awake, talking in excited voices, and eating sweets they kept sneaking from a nearby table. Excitement filled the air, but all I could think of was the culmination of the feast. This night I would choose my first lover, and with any luck, the child of my first born.
This was my first year as a clanswoman. I had transitioned from child to woman late last summer. This would be the first year I could sit in on the Choosing. As a child, my friend Tambi and I would sneak to the doors of the great hall to listen in as the women would choose their lover and ceremoniously exit through the North door towards their dwellings. Mother always went first, and always chose father. After her, the clanswomen chose in order of rank. Some women chose their mate. Others did not. Some chose another's mate, but none could dispute her choice. Solstice was a time of renewal. A time to bring fruitfulness to the clan. A time to forget the dismal darkness of the winter rains and build something beautiful, if only for a day.
As the chieftain's daughter, I would choose after mother. And I would experience my first love with Alir. He was many summers older than I, and he has bedded several other women, but I have seen him watching me.
Once when I was bathing, I heard a rustling of the curtains, and rose from the water. Looking out from the open window, I saw his back retreat into a nearby grove of trees. I thought about him watching me all day. That night when I went to bed, my hand strayed between my legs. I imagined his eyes caressing my hair, back, and legs. I imagined him enjoying the sight of me wet and relaxed before him. In my mind's eye I could see him touching himself, and at that moment it felt as if a shiver went through my entire body. My hand was wet between my legs and I felt an exquisite release. My body was intensely relaxed and as I slept, I could see Alir's eyes on me. Feel his hands touching me.
