[b]Jodha Mariam Kunwari[/b]

Amer was quiet in the mornings. The chatter and laughter of the villagers were not present, the only noise to resonate through the fields of the sleepy little hamlet being that of the birdsong and the quiet tilling of the fields for the planting season. These types of days were those that Jodha Mariam Kunwari cherished the most. No violence, no struggle, just simply peace and quiet as everyone busied themselves toiling away for the benefit of their home. Sitting on the porch of the council estate, warm green eyes (like the plains of grass that surrounded her village) tracking the figures of her nephews at work, the woman allowed herself a quiet chuckle of satisfaction at seeing the children she used to help care for develop into manhood.

Her duties as a defender were a few years away now, but she always listened, waiting for the sound of gallops on the wind. Their conflicts with the nomads were far from over, though definitely less violent than in ages past, but she always stayed alert, cautious for any attack at would strike at her beloved home. Jodha was an advisor now, helping coordinate the local militia against the raids, but her life seemed quite a bit more peaceful than she had expected. Would they finally discover a resolution to the conflict? She didn't know.

The olive-skinned woman yawned lightly. The heat of the sun was already making her feel drowsy.

Not a good sign for someone who needed to be in top form at all times.

But it was a nice day.