A Quiet Stroll Through the Forests Looking for Answers

Wenona Anoke

Day's,night's, week's, perhaps even months had passed since she had left her last known residence in a forest somewhere. Having wanted to escape and seek some sign from the Great Spirit as to what her purpose at being where she was and what her purpose for coming so far away from her homelands was about. Shenendoah moved behind her with his easeful walk, pulling the Travois behind which held her belongings that she had taken with her. How long she had been gone now she wasn't sure.
The seasons had changed in her sojourn, even on the mountains where she had stopped to understand many things, she had noted the changes.
Moccassined feet crunched in the snow beneath the pines she traversed. It was deep rising to her knees easily in someplaces and others merely to her ankles. Though a cold wind blew, she was warm beneath the buffalo robe wrapped securely around her buckskin cladded form. Eyes of brown doe looked forward, squinting when the wind changed direction to blow directly at her reddened copper visage. Which caused her to lower her head and let dance in the winds her long locks of obsidian and eagle feather's. Lips purseing together and nostril's flareing with her breaths, her inward thoughts of was reaching a nice destination by a river to set up her lodge, in these new lands and hunt for her supplies were running short.
During her sorjourn she often wondered as she sat upon the moutains before she left the last land she had stayed in if she if she should have let the one she called Silent Warrior know that she was going off, and perhaps a few other's, Yet she knew that she had to do this upon her own, and if she had told anyone they might have thought her mad. Given the season at the time, and the fact she was such an odd woman to begin with. No she had told noone of her leaving, because she did not wish to have been followed or having those she cared about endanger themselves in trying to follow or find her, when it had taken so long for her to come to any cnoclusion on what her next path she should take or would take her.
With each step it drew her deeper into this area in which she had made her way not knowing what was in store for her here. Yet willing to take the next steps to finding what ever it was she was looking for or her place where the first Vision quest in her homelands had taken her.
Moving down an incline she took her steps carefully so as not to slip and fall, or trip on roots or ice beneath the snow laden ground. Lifting her head she took note of the time by evaluating the grey sky ahead. Then glancing over her shoulder at Shenendoah she smiled gently before looking forward once again.
During her months of being away she had prayed to the Great Spirit for it's wisdom on what had happened to her. On dealings with her heart and well other matter's. Only to come back with still a feeling of not knowing the why's and how's of such. Though she was able to hunt and just let nature soothe her while up in the moutains.
That made her happy, and yet when it came to the dealings of her heart and how she was seen and accepted by those in the villages she had gone through or stopped breifly on her way here. The strange structures she was begining to see were like other's in other towns and also the large structure's which she considered to be the Great Lodges of the Villages (castles) This dampened her wanderings a bit. For she did not know what to expect. Nor what she would confront with such a journey. Though she missed greatly those she had encountered and began to form what she hoped where freindships in the least in the lands she had left to continue her wandering's and soul searchings. Perhaps the reason she was not returning to that land. No sign came to her in her sojourn and so much time had elapsed since her parting she wondered if she would be remember her , or even welcomed her back should shehave returned. Only one person ever took the time to start getting to know or understand her and that had been the one she called Silent Warrior.
But she pushed these thoughts beyond her, as the sound of a river.or running stream came to her ears. Lifting her head against the wind she inhaled deeply of the aspen/spuce sents mingling about her. Her smile growing more serenely as she made for the trickling sound. Her pace quickening just a little bit, for the snow still dampened her usual stride. Even Shenedoah senced they where comeing to a water source and snorted with exultation. Leaving thier breaths to lift in a smokey haze to the skies.
The river was soon upon them. Glancing at the bank she paused. Letting Shenedoah drink after he used his hooves to break the ice, then she too upriver a bit from her companion knelt into the drift. Useing her knife she chisled the ice away before begining to drink as well. Refreshing is what she thought before riseing once again. Wiping her chin and mouth with the back of her forearm and then proceeding down river towards where ever it may or may not lead to find a sutible spot to set up her lodge. Not knowing if anyone else was present or if anyone else was about.
So taking her time and taking in the landscape around them she walked forward, clutching her robe around her tighter as yet another breeze ran about them with it's cold finger's. humming softly to drone out the sound of silence around them, in that lyricle strange way she has always sung....

Valadan · Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 10:46 pm Post subject:

I was at the river when I heard someone approch and quickly i snuck back in to the brush to silently observe what approched....... i looked to the bank, the wind was blowing ever so chilly i kept walking silently to the thing standing beside the bank of the river singing, by the tone and sound of the voice i could tell it was a human woman, so I called out "Hello", "Whos there?".............
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