Amazon Challenge-Tribe Wahine 3/5

GENERATION 2

At the swearing in ceremony, each tribal officer speaks a blessing over their new Creator, Buffy Wahine.



When it is Buffy’s mother’s turn to kiss her and give her the Creator necklace, tears touch Buffy’s eyes. “I do not feel worthy, Creator Mother.”



“But you are, dear one,” Abra says. “And I’m very proud of who you’ve become. I see you have a gift with people. Even the hardest, most hotheaded of our slaves, Haipo, calls you friend. Remember, the best leader is the one who serves and does right for her people.”



With that, Abra gives her daughter a hug and the ceremony is over.



When Buffy is about to leave, Bracha says some parting words to Buffy. “Remember I will always be here at the temple if you need anything.”

Buffy smiles. Last time they spoke, Bracha sneered at her, making her worry. But now she seems to have forgotten her jealousy and rage. “Thank you, dear sister,” Bracha says, touching her sister on the arm. “May you live in harmony here on these beautiful grounds.”



“I must warn you,” Bracha says, pulling her hands to her chest. “Although I’m not chosen Creator, if you misstep and are banished, I will then become Creator. I fear love will be your folly. Beware of men.”



Buffy’s eyes narrow. Bracha just cast a curse over her. “How dare you speak to me so, Bracha. If one thing goes wrong for me, I will blame you and this curse! Instead, you will suffer for my folly. I have spoken it and it will be so. In front of all these witnesses!”

Bracha looks down because Buffy’s power is very great. She didn’t think her sister was crafty enough to see through her scheme. She takes a step back. “I’m very sorry, Creator. My mistake. Please forgive me.”



Buffy leaves her sister, ending whatever friendship they might have had shaken off at the dust of her feet.

When the women return to the compound, Abra throws Buffy a party. Haipo makes Buffy a beautiful cake. “Here, Creator. Enjoy!” Haipo says, laughing. “Just make sure you work out for your new job in the morning. A Creator must stay in shape.”

“I’ll work out only if you work out more,” Buffy says with a grin.



“Is that a challenge?” Haipo asks.

“It’s an order,” Buffy responds.

Haipo laughs. “My Creator is already becoming as bossy as she is beautiful. Fine. I’ll run suns more than you, dear lady.” He bows.



Haipo leaps up and jogs outside to the treadmill.

When Buffy follows, she can’t resist teasing Haipo. “You call that running? I call that a skip. What are you, a kitten?”

“Is that a mosquito I hear?” Haipo yells over the creaking of the treadmill. “The mosquito does realize I have the hotheaded trait. I do not want to spend days cooling off in the House of Punishment.”



Buffy puts her hands up. “Then don’t ignore your Creator. Or call her a mosquito.”

Haipo rolls his eyes and grins. “Fine. You win. But what should I call you if not a mosquito?”



“How about my queen or my lady lord?” Buffy curtseys.

Haipo cocks his head. “Those are too weak for you, dear Creator. I know. My lioness. Your hair is as wild as a male lion.”

“That is heresy, slave!” Buffy counters, making a mock angry face and doing a poor job of hiding her laughter. “Take that back. I rather like my hair.”

“Okay, okay,” Haipo says. “How about kitten? You called me one, but I think it fits you more.”



Buffy’s stomach flutters. She loves the sound of that but cannot say so. "Call me that and it will truly be the House of Punishment for you."

Haipo laughs and nods, running even faster on the treadmill.

As Buffy watches Haipo run with his broad shoulders, beautiful tan skin and smoky eyes, she can't resist the feelings stirring within her. Haipo would be the perfect father for her heiress daughter. She would ask permission from her mother. Haipo is her slave, after all. And he is set apart as head slave. Not a breeding one. It would mean his departure from the tribe once she conceives. She would need to think about that. Their friendship would end. Would it be worth it? But as she looks at Haipo with his smiles and his teases, she can’t help herself. Her desire grows with each passing moment.