<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/Z1PqKiV.png)<br/><strong>Ye'me</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288301.msg14165511#msg14165511)</div></div>Ye'me curled up in a little ball and dozed off quickly, safe in secure with his friends around him.<br/><br/>He was soon in a deep restful sleep. He was walking across a sunny field, the tall grass tickling his bare thighs although only soft and succulent spring grass was here, not the harsh dry grass of the autumns. He spread his arms wide and took in the sun and smiled as the light glistened off of his polished armor, his hair beautiful and his makeup perfect, the image of amazon masculinity, even though he carried a sword.<br/><br/>"Well well well, look at little Mister Warrior." A voice scoffed from behind him as the clouds suddenly darkened.<br/><br/>Ye'me gasped and whirled, only to see a pair of very brawny women. They were armor that was similar in style to his, but nowhere near as cute and rather more functional as armor. Their arms were crossed with scars and their heavy furs spoke of the many great beasts they had slain. "Aunt Helga? Aunt Brigid?" He asked, confused as this should be a happy reunion. Both had died courageously in battle years ago and were highly revered among his ancestors.<br/><br/>"Ye'me." Helga said with a huff. "Look at you. When I last saw you you were a beautiful and elegant courtier. You were the toast of the royal tents, delegates from far and wide came to enjoy your company. The women were already fighting over who would claim you when you were fit age to marry." She shook her head. "Now look at you, prancing about pretending to be a warrior. Disgraceful!"<br/><br/>Ye'me bristled a little, but his lips wobbled more than they firmed up as he tried to stand his ground.<br/><br/>"My daughter even had her eye on you." Brigid say, shaking her head. "You could be warming up her bed right now you ungrateful little child. Don't you know your place."<br/><br/>Ye'me cleared his throat and tried to stand firm. "I...I....can be a warrior too!" He insisted, stomping his foot.<br/><br/>"Oh ho that's adorable." Helga said. "I remember when you used to begin your dances that way. It wasn't so bad then."<br/><br/>"No, no, laughing at that is what got my daughter interested. Such spirit. I can't wait to break him, she'd say to me. And here you are now, miles and miles away from home. At least you had the decency to do this far away from your mother. I'm sure she'd put you in your place in a moment! But since she isn't here, we'll just have to do it for you."<br/><br/>"Yes, that's right Ye'me." Helga said, stalking forward, "We'll be following you now, every time you fight like an amazon we'll be there to encourage your foes to give you such a beating you'll go crawling home and begging to be the tent husband you were meant to be. We'll just try to spare that face."<br/><br/>"And probably the backside too..." Brigid mused.<br/><br/>"Really most of the looks..." Helga conceded as Ye'me bristled.<br/><br/>"No!" He snapped. "Aunt Brigid and Helga I respect you as warriors but you will see that I can stand up to anything. I may be just a man, but I'm my mother's son and her blood is in my veins too and I can stand up to<em>anything</em>! You'll never convince me to flee back to her, except as a triumphant warrior who has earned his name as an amazon!"<br/><br/>The two women laughed. "Well then, you won't mind some practice." They flexed their muscles and pounded their fists into their hands.<br/><br/>"Er uh, well, I didn't quite mean that uh - AHHHH!" Ye'me tried to back away but was quickly pounced on by the much stronger and more experienced amazons, who quickly began to show him how much he didn't know about getting up close and personal with a stronger opponent.