Kuckunniwi
'Niwi'
If you walk the footsteps of a stranger.
┌ To his thanks Niwi only nodded, giving no word allowing the silence to carry on between them. The boy shifted in his seat, clearly growing a bit conformable with no conversation. That had at least allowed him a bit of a distraction. A hand lifted to scratch at the war paint still on his cheeks, the bits of purple cracking under his nail. His eyes stayed trained on the white man, though they had a nice enough conversation it didn't making him trust the male anymore. He was still the enemy. And though he would like to leave it was his job to keep an eye on him.
Outside the tent he could hear the sound of crying, sobs of women and children as they were told about their loss. The sound grew louder as a few griever passed by. Turning at Niwi's heart he did his best to ignore the sounds. ┘
You'll learn things you never knew.
