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 Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 5:48 pm
She sood slowly, making her way towards the teepee before pausing, glancing back at her host. "I do not wish to intrude... But... May I?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 5:55 pm
He nodded. Since growing up with a Shamin he had no problem with other's in his home. His home before had always been open to whoever needed it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 6:06 pm
She had been raised as the daughter of a chieftan. She entered the teepees of others only when invited or instructed to do so... And she had always been treated with great respect. She stepped inside, careful to leave the flap of the teepee open so that she could be seen by Tsisqua at all times.
She knelt before the baskets, sitting back as she reached her hand out towards them. They gave off the same 'energy' that the Soquili themselves did. Her fingertips trailed slowly along the pale blue gem-like bead on the pale basket before looking towards strange basket that seemed both darker and brighter at the same time, shivering slightly. "... Why would baskets be left alone in the wild?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 6:12 pm
Leaving the pot on the fire to stew he followed after her. "I would think that their mother was not able to care for them" He looked down at the two baskets.
"Hopefully she is not injured but she was not able to take care of them"
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 6:16 pm
"It is dangerous out there for ones so young. Good thing you found them." She nodded slowly as her hand fell back down into her lap. She closed her eyes for a moment before she began to hum the song that she'd been humming outside... It was a soft lullaby of sorts; one that she could remember her 'mother' singing to her.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 6:18 pm
He wasn't completely sure that it was a good thing that he'd found them. He had never bothered to pay attention to how the horses were raised and would have no idea what to do with little ones.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 6:30 pm
She knew how to raise horses though... Her tribe had managed to train, if not tame, a small herd of wild horses that had made their homes nearby their village. Horses could not be all that different from the Soquili, could they?
She continued to hum, opening her eyes just in time to catch the movement of one of the baskets. It brought a smile to her lips.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 6:37 pm
He moved back to grab the stew then moved past her to find a couple bowls. "Perhaps it should have been you that found them."
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 6:45 pm
"No. I found you." She nodded, turning her smile towards him as her song ceased momentarily. "You found the baskets. Maybe you are meant to learn things from this experience? Carring for horses, whether they be Soquili or otherwise, is something that you should know of living in these parts."
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 6:56 pm
"So it seems." He looked at the baskets. "I never had much of an interest in them before." He'd been too busy helping his father and his tribe to worry about caring for horses.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 7:02 pm
"Then, perhaps, in return for the aide that you have given me... I can help you care for your baskets?" Her brow lofted as she stood to face him. Perhaps it was time that she made friends with someone... To trust again would be a good thing.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 7:06 pm
He looked at her for a few moments before nodding. "I would appreciate the help" He'd never be able to keep track of two foals along with Nuka and the green mare that had come to him.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 7:31 pm
"Then it is settled." She nodded as she held her hand out to him. They would shake on it and then, maybe, they would have some of the stew that was begining to smell better and better as it continued to cook. When was the last time she'd had something other than roots that she'd found in the woods... And dried meat?
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 7:42 pm
He wrapped his hand around hers before looking at the food. "I think it is cooked enough to eat." everything would have gotten moist and the potatoes he'd put there would be cooked by now.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 10:46 am
She glanced at their hands when his lingered on hers a bit longer than she would have liked, pulling back as she did so. "It smells good." She nodded slowly as she slipped out of the teepee, making her way back toowards the fire and the awaiting food.
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