None of them cried as they stood on the harbour, not even my mother. I think through all that was happening that was the biggest surprise but in a way I could see the sense in their restraint. My father had even excused himself to his work early in the morning, I wasn’t sure if it was from the sorrow he would feel or the shame.
The morning was a hot one which was made worse for the ridiculous clothes I was wearing. Casual Lithmorran, from my lessons had taught me, but personally I was sure they were tugging my leg. How would the woman get anything done so wrapped up in fabrics? Surely the streets would be filled in gentlewomen tripping over their own skirts and cloaks, or passing out from the sheer heat of their own bodies? Nevertheless I had been forbidden to carry my tunics and leggings across the ocean to what would be my new home.
My two brothers said their goodbyes first, taking turns to wrap their arms around my waist and squeeze as they whispered gems of advice in my ear. “Be good little Stepp, behave yourself.” “Don’t drink to much.” “No dancing in public, remember.” “Oh, remember to wear shoes and pants.” “No fighting.” “I’ll miss you.” “I’ll miss you to.” I whispered back as I kissed them on their stubbly cheeks. My eyes began to sting and I pulled myself away from their comfort of their embrace and turned to my mother.
Instead of hugging her, I took my skirt in my fingers and curtsied to the woman. “Dear, I’m sorry, I never meant…” she started, her voice wavering but I knew what she was going to say. I slowly raised my hand and she quieted. “I know mother. I will follow my lessons well.” She was silent for a heartbeat and my chest tightened. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say? I thought it would cheer her spirits in …. She began to chuckle, which turned it the boisterous laughter my brothers and I knew so well and returned my curtsy. It was then the heavy hand fell on my shoulder and I turned my head to see the oldest of my brothers at my shoulder. It was time to board.
