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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2013 8:44 pm
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Ves'tacha was going to see her family today. That always put a spring in her step. It was hard for some to understand her wandering ways, but for Ves'tacha, it was just what life was. She could no more stop wandering than she could stop breathing.
But today, today she would get to see her grandbabies! And that was something to look forward to. Ves'tacha knew of her daughter's trials, both those from her father's lineage and those born of the tunnel in which she was conceived. It worried Ves'tacha that her grandbabies would inherit such troubles, and be touched by the twisted tunnel again. It wasn't that she was bothered by differences, but she hated to see them hurt from the unthinking of others who might not see past the surface.
Ves'tacha didn't really worry about getting along with the foals, after all, they were family. She loved them already. What they looked like and what they might be twisted by made no difference. What did matter was her love, and that they know that she loved and accepted them.
She was almost there, the road whispered silently the comfort of family. The bend in the path just ahead of her would reveal her daughter, her granddaughters and grandson. Ves'tacha smiled. There was nothing quite like the warm enthusiasm, the wiggling joy, the soft acceptance of a young colt of filly. She even had a few strings of beads to share with the younglings. They weren't much, but she hoped they would bring her grandchildren joy.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 10:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 6:45 pm
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Risti grinned excitedly, happy that her grandmother was pleased with her decision in color. In all reality, she had simply picked the first ones she had seen. But her grandmother probably knew that. She smiled anyway, gazing up into her eyes, happy to have some time to speak with her. "What does sastimos mean, grandmother?" she asked curiously. The comment on age seemed funny to Risti. Her grandmother didn't look old at all. But she lay on the ground in front of her respectfully and eagerly. Her nerves worked their way out of her body and she relaxed on the ground, resisting the urge to pounce on a bug as it passed by. Her tail flicked behind her, catlike and graceful in its motions and she wondered what Ves'tacha would say next.
She had many questions for the mare, but it was no use bombarding her with them straight away. Her siblings were excited with the beads, they would have time to talk. For now she wanted to know about her grandmother's world, and then perhaps she could ask her questions about her own world. Questions that she hoped would not frighten her grandmother.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 9:33 am
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Ves'tacha nods, "Yes, very good. Rinkini means Beautiful. Ves'tacha means Beloved. My friend who helps me keep my mane untangled is named Rani, which means Lady.
You and your sister are Chavi, and your brother is Chavo. Chavi is a girl of the traveling people while a Chavo is a boy of the traveling people. Your father is Gaje. Which means he is not of the people. Be careful how you use gaje, some mean it as an offense, others only as a way to note who is and isn't of the people.
"Your brother is your Pal, your sister is your Pen. Our family, all of us, your mother and father, me, your grandfather, your cousins and aunts and uncles and great grandparents . . . all of us together are a Vista. A Vista is a group related by kinship or an extended family group. Usually a Vista all travel together. But not all of our family are of the traveling people, of the Roma blood. There are some who would see us as gaje because of it. But I think that as long as we love each other and we celebrate the freedom that is Roma, we have as much right to call ourselves of the people as any.
"Ov yilo isi?" Ves'tacha smiles at her granddaughter. She had said a lot, but hoped the young filly could understand.
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2013 7:55 pm
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Her kitten-like ears perked at the strange words, and she made sure to commit them and their meanings to memory. Chavi, chavo...vista...gaje...but gaje can be offensive so be careful...Ov kilo isi? She had been absorbed in her learning that she was a little late in responding to her grandmother's question.
She assumed that meant something like, 'Do you understand?' so she nodded slightly, still mulling over all of the words that were swirling in her mind. She was beginning to get a good idea of some of the words, and she was very excited to show off to her siblings. She would say the words just like her grandmother had, and then she would ask them the question, ov kilo isi...even though she didn't know what it meant. She hoped that her grandmother would explain that statement eventually so she could teach her siblings.
"Will I ever meet the rest of the Vista, grandmother?" she asked curiously, hoping she had answered the previous question correctly.
LydaLynn Lol, I'm learning too! I have noo idea what 'Ov yilo isi?' means. Hehe. Thanks for the awesome lesson in the Romani language. I knew gaje but not really the others so much. :3
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Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2013 9:01 am
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