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 Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 4:18 pm
Rain followed at a brisk trot beside Hania, thought kept her movements slow so he could still walk comfortable and they could be side by side. "No worries."
Little Creek was a bit puzzled by the question at first, but after thinking about it, he had a nice long answer to give her. "Well sometimes Rain and I will go our seperate ways. I'll go out tree hopping and she'll go running. By far our favorite thing to do is lie down and watch the clouds go by. Marvelling in how big this world is. Ocassionally she'll go out for a sprint and take me with her. Its so nice to feel the wind in your hair and now you are as free as the eagles in the sky!" He held up his hands to give his little speech some more emphasis and smiled at her when he had finished.
"What do you like to do?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:54 pm
"And here we are," Hania said, showing Rain the clear, cool stream he had drank from earlier on that day. "Does Little Creek ride you often? From the way it looked before, you two have become really close." Hania never minded it when Miakoda rode on him, though he felt sad that she refused to get much closer. He realized that she treated each of the Soquili like miniature gods, but it was a pain to deal with sometimes.
Miakoda smiled at Little Creek's speech, and then thought for a long moment about what to tell him. "Well," she began, her voice losing some of its earlier (if a little) vigor, "I don't do much, but I am an outcast from my village. So, I do errands and things for some because my punishment says I cannot refuse and must do what they say... but otherwise, I usually take care of my Soquili." She smiled at the thought of Hania's daughter, Aruna. "Aruna, Hania's daughter, is hard to care for; she's always sleeping during the day except for rare occasions, and goes out at night. A lot."
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 10:31 am
Rain almost laughed at the pathetic little stream, thinking of Little Creek as she did so. There was not any swimming in this thing, but a fresh drink would be nice. She dipped her head low and placed her nose in the cool water, raising her head slightly as Hania spoke. "Often enough. Sometimes we'll just go out together and run for ages and ages. We are very close. He raised me as a filly you see." Rain went back to drinking. When she had finished she stepped back a bit and let out a sigh. "How about you? What are your relations with Miakoda?"
Outcast, Little Creek echoed in his mind. He wasn't an outcast, but he didn't hang around the village much. The others didn't seem to mind."Oh? Hania has a daughter? Rain has yet to have any children, she is far to young yet, I think, though sometimes I wonder. She is often gone. Who knows where she goes. Rain likes the nighttime as well. Its her favorite time of day I believe."
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 10:39 am
"Ah." Hania thought about how to start his story without making it too long. "Well, I'm close to Miakoda, kind of like you. It turns out I was raised by Miakoda until I was colt-napped by some villagers that were bullying Miakoda, and they abandoned me in the wild. I grew up thinking I was wild." He smiled. "I still am, a little, I suppose. But thanks to some close friends of mine, I met up with Miakoda again." He bent to drink a little, and the straightened. "It was with a nice headache and a surprise when I saw her, too." He grimaced then, remembering the headache he had had when he saw her. His memory had been returned, however, so it was all good.
"Yes, he has a daughter." She smiled, thinking about Hania's family. "Two daughters and a son, in fact. But all three are quite different from him." She grinned. "Rain seems the kind of mare to like the night. Hania likes the morning! Since he liked it so much, I named his daughter Aruna."
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 11:53 am
Rain didn't think she coud imagine a world without Little Creek. The Native American was always there, in one form or another. She didn't want to imagine what she would do if he died, he certainly would never leave her, that's just not who he was. She and Hania led very different lives, she realized. Hers was full of danger, and his was just recovering from such. She, of course, was the younger of the two of them, so such matters were forseable.
Little Creek nodded at her in understanding. The woman seemed to have a good life despite her outcast, and he didn't blame her. His mood suddenly changed, though, and he motioned towards Rain. "I'm terribly sorry, but I have just remembered why I cam to fetch Rain. We best be going."
Rain flicked her gaze towards Little Creek and apologized to Hania for her quick leave, they had only just begun talking. Seeing that his mare was ready to go, Little Creek effortlessly mounted her and Rain tore of across the plainslands, Little Creek whooping for joy.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 5:08 pm
Hania shook his head and told her in nicker-speak that it was fine she was leaving. He envied her life a little, but not quite. He hoped she would never have to deal with what he had dealt with. She was young, and he didn't like it when the young learned all too soon the truth of reality, but it seemed sometimes that they knew more than the older generation did, but that was okay. Whickering to Miakoda, who had watched with shocked fasciation as Little Creek jumped on top a running Rain, he trotted next to her to tell her they needed to leave as well.
"Oh, that's okay, Little Creek," she said, nodding. "I understand. We're all busy, in our own way. It was... very nice... to meet you," she said. She didn't like saying good-bye at all. In fact, she hated it, but it was to happen. It always happened. "Bye, Little Creek," she called after him, her shocked fascination turning into admiration for his bravery. (At least that's what she thought.) When Hania whickered and came over, she smiled and hugged his head. "Thank you, Hania," she whispered, and climbed on his back. Her stallion reared, and she smiled with joy while gripping his mane and body tightly so she wasn't thrown off as he tore out of the meadow back toward her secluded teepee home.
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