But...She's an........OLD MOTHER!

It was an odd coupling..the old healer and defiant orphan. But it made sense in a way. Both were alone..both were lonely.
The ubar had pondered for a long time what to do with the orphan girl. She was definitly troublesome on her own, and with out the firm hand of guidance, she could only get worse. With no family the child became his responsibility, but he was ill-equipped to take on such a task, and the orphan was a girl-child... a wily one at that.

How to catch an urt....

The bait had to be something eye-catching...like a shiney coin that caught the rays of lar torvis.
In this case the ubar chose a beautiful young kaiila...a long-legged brown and white paint. Something he was sure she could not resist....

Leave it at the pens and she will come...

As sure as Lar Torvis would shine she came. After watching the beast for a bit, the girl edged closer...close enough to see if there were any kaiila keepers nearby.

Polish up the bridle and saddle so it shines....

Oh and shine it did..never had she seen such a wonderful beast....

Keep yourself well-hidden, and make sure the gates are locked....

Seeing no one tending the pen she moved in. Taking up the reins, she swumg up into the saddle and headed for the gate. Just as she was preparing to open it warriors from the Ubars guard jumped out from behind wagons with the Ubar leading the charge. Knowing she was in deep trouble the girl tried to get the gate open, only to find it locked. With no other way out, she kicked the beast into a run, and headed for the furthest end of the pen...then with a whoop that would have woke the dead, she kicked the kaiila hard and headed right for the rails that made up the pen. She pushed the beast to charge the rails and just when the ubar though she would crash into them, she tucked low into the saddle and launched the kaiila over the poles. She would have made it too...had not the saddle been loose. As the kaiila landed on the other side, the cinch gave and the saddle slide sideways..with the girl still in it.
Landing with a bone breaking thud, she was soon dangling by the scruff of her tunic, facing an Ubar who seemed more amused than angry.
It wasn't long after that with one ankle chained, she was lead to the old healers wagon and secured to her wheel.

"You will stay with the healer..you will learn a clan,...And...after one en'var if you have done well, I will give you the kaiila that you tried to steal today...

Well the girl eyed the old woman, and the old woman eyed the girl. The girl could not tell what the old woman was thinking, but she had some pretty good thoughts of her own and before she could curb her tongue they were spilling out..

But...She's an........OLD MOTHER!