29Yevish smiled as he ran the brush through Peace’s long golden hair, it reminded him of his mother. He couldn’t remember much about her but he remembered that she had long gorgeous hair, though it was quite dark. When he was little he always thought it was quite like a big soft blanket. He had loved spending time with his mother and when he told her that he thought her hair was like a blanket she had always laughed sweetly and smiled. One day he had asked her why she brushed it, he thought it was so beautiful that it almost shouldn’t be touched. His mother had told him that no matter how beautiful an item was, it could always use care. She said that brushing her hair was how she cared for it. He remembered looking up at her and swelling with a sense of childish duty and love he had asked her if he could brush it. He figured if there was something that he could do to take care of his mother then as the ‘strong young man’ he though himself, he’d better do it. His mother had raised her eyebrows slightly at first, but then had smiled and handed him the brush. Yevish remembered that he tangled his mothers hair more than untangled it the first few times, but eventually he had figured out how to, and it had become a habit of theirs, with his mother often telling him a story while he brushed. When she had died, the one thing of hers that he managed to hang on to was the brush. Yevish figured that if he had had sisters it would have been a different story, but being as he hadn’t, that was how things had went.
He focused back on Kload’s voice and the golden carpet in his lap. Her hair was not incredibly long, but it was long enough that it went a good ways past her waist. Hence when she sat down she could easily sit on it. This was why he held its ends on his lap, so they didn’t collect all the sand grains off the ground. Kload read to him out of God’s book as he brushed. She was reading to him about the home in heaven that Yeshua had promised to his disciples. He described it as place that would be made just for them, and that He and His father, God, would live there with them. Kload told Yevish that this was where they would go when they died. It was a place commonly referred to as heaven, but one that Kload called ‘our real home.’ “You see Yevish,” she said, “When we become children of God, we are no longer of this world. We are of God’s family and hence His world, which is heaven. This earth suddenly becomes just a temporary place of dwelling, like an inn. We are waiting at this inn for the day that our father comes and takes us to our home, with Him. Do you see?”
Yevish nodded his understanding to her. It was a comfort to him that they would not live here forever. He liked the way that Kload always asked if he understood what she had said. It assured him that she really cared and that the concept was important. She was always willing to try and explain it in a different way if he didn’t get it. It was part of what made her feel rather like a mother to him. She was the only one that he had now.
Kload gently took her hair and twirled it up into a bun and Yevish helped her tie it up. Kload made sure that it was well secured by covering it with a small netting, which helped to hold it in place. This method of doing Kload’s hair ensured that it wouldn’t come out for quite some time, and hence they wouldn’t have to redo it every day. They normally did it once every one or two weeks. The netting also made sure that no hair came out on accident and peaked out from under her mask to raise suspicion. They didn’t need anyone suspecting that she was a female. The face mask, which encased her whole head, effectively hid the presence of the bun.
Kload and Yevish stood and finished placing their bags on Darkstar. The horse was not as well fed or groomed as he had been in Arthea, but he was doing quite well. He did not struggle with the change, or complain about it too much. To him it was similar to the wars. One was always hungry and not as well taken care of then. There wasn’t enough food or time for such things. Peace had always made sure to keep him fed enough though, she was very attentive to him. Much better than his former master. He had been old and sickly though, so Darkstar supposed he wasn’t really capable of taking care of him, but he still resented him for the days that he had spent basically without food or water or light or air. Darkstar snorted slightly and tossed his head. They were ready to go. The little boy whom Peace had collected recently and whom she called Yevish was on his back. The child hardly weighed enough for Darkstar to feel his presence. Darkstar was quite happy with the youth. He was very small but very hard working and had become quite good at caring for Darkstar.
Kload walked beside the horse and boy. She would ride later on, when she needed a respite. This method of her walking some and riding some allowed them to have good speed without tiring Darkstar too much. It was a good and working method. As they walked her and Yevish would talk some. She told him of her days in Arthea, though she left out the tales of her childhood. She had not yet told Yevish that she was from here. All he really knew about that was that they were headed to Qualith to find her brothers. Qualith was where they had been when she left, and even though the chances of finding them there were slim, they were the best chances that Peace had.
“Kload.” Yevish said thoughtfully. “You keep talking about God’s family and how we are a part of it.”
Kload looked up at the child, but said nothing. She would let him finish his thought first.
“And well, I was wondering, if you and I are both part of his family, then how are we related to each other, and to God?” Yevish finished and looked down at her. This question had been puzzling him since he had become cleansed by Yeshua.
Kload smiled at Yevish and then looked out over the darkening lands. She watched the last rays of the sun fade as she thought of the best way to respond, then she looked back at Yevish. “Being as I’m not God, I’m not exactly sure. But as far as I have it figured from what God said in his book, we are all His children. And since we are all His children, then you and I and all of God’s other children must be sisters and brothers. “
“So, you’re my sister then?” Yevish cocked his head at her, a look of delight slowly spreading over his face.
“I’d say so, little brother.” Peace smiled up at him.
Yevish laughed a little. “I always wanted an older sister. Actually I just wanted an older sibling, so a sister counts.”
“Indeed it does.” Peace paused a moment in appreciation of this child’s joy. “Alright, up I come.”
Yevish scooted forward slightly as Kload swung herself up behind him. Once she was settled she leaned forward and hugged Yevish, then tickled him a bit.
“No, no, stop!” Yevish laughed as he struggled to pull her hands off of him.
“Well, if I’m your sister, I’ve got to act like it don’t I?” Kload questioned teasingly.
“Yeah, but ya don’t have to do that.” Yevish strained to push her hands away, a smile on his little face.
They continued to tease each other as Darkstar started galloping across the darkening desert.
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