taken to test

Unearthed in a meadow not far from Brouhm Square was a tattooed mummy who'd still lots of hair. Some samples were taken to test whence she'd come, through high-tech machinery these were then run were peered at and prodded and sequenced until a whole new library the results could fill. They revealed that hers was a life short but clean, that she'd eaten well and possessed of the means to keep maintain protect her short-statured self for she did appear to have died in good health. Her DNA matched that of a local clan who gladly conceded to official plans that called for more studies of flesh kit and bone after which her remains would be returned home. She'd stumbled (on accident?) into a bog, did then get her ankle trapped under a log, was pulled deep down into the cold sticky ground, twas not till much later that she would be found. Among her belongings were tackle and bow, were flint-stone and snowshoe, a dozen arrows, a cloak made of rabbit fur, necklace and socks, and strange crystal fragments packed in a pine box. Her tattoos were those of some stars and a moon, three figures arranged in a telling cartoon, a deer without antlers and many straight lines that ran from her neck-bones down to her behind. Her hair shone like amber, might once have been black, her bosom was ample (she'd likely been stacked), her hips bore the tale of a child or two, and she wore a good pair of finely made shoes. After she had been scanned from head-crown to feet the Yaelong were told that the tests were complete; they picked her up gently, with due solemn grace, and laid her to rest in their most holy place.

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