Rain and Drought by Cirth

Chapter 3

Uldor's goals.

Uldor has two goals: to braid his own hair and to be the greatest chief of his people.

"I will be a master of the sword," he declares, rolling on his back on the carpet and blinking when the sun catches his eyes. He turns on his side and waves his right arm. "And I will defend the village from Orcs and other fell beasts." Getting to his knees, he looks eagerly at his father, who is sitting on a wicker chair and reading a book of accounts. "You will teach me the sword, won't you, Father?"

"When you are older," grunts his father, without looking at him. He has not shaved in a few days, and his beard has gotten bushy, which Uldor does not like; he cannot cuddle him properly now.

He pouts. "I want to learn today!"

"Go help your mother with folding the clothes."