That night, I had the weirdest dream. I was walking through the trees--no, running through the trees--but something was trying to trip me. I knew where I was going; back to our hill, to see Papa again. But the force behind me wouldn't let me go any further.
Then, a shadow came out of nowhere and cut me free. I don't know where the shadow went after it saved me, but it just...disappeared.
Suddenly, there was a loud thud, and when I went to go investigate, there was a peice of sugarcane lying ontop of a gun.
Papa's gun, to be more precise. But why was the gun underneath the sugarcane, I may never know.
Then I woke up, several blankets surrounding me. Ikshu was watching me from across his teepee. His family was already gone, out to hunt or whatever they do during the daytime, but I could tell they were gone a long time ago.
"Why are you still here, Ikshu?" I asked, voice full of sleepiness.
Ikshu shrugged. "You peaceful in sleep." And with that, he walked away, out of the flaps that were the entrance of the teepee.
I sat there, staring at the opening at the top of the teepee, sighing. Ikshu was nice, and handsome, but him and I didn't understand each other. We were literally from two different worlds, aliens to each other's universe. But neither of us fully got that. We still thought that we could get along.
A week. That's how long it took for Ikshu to get the hang of the basics of English. I still had no idea how to speak most of the Algonquin language, but I knew some words. It just did not stick to me as much as English did to Ikshu. The problem was, Ikshu seemed to enjoy English. A lot.
"Why do you like it so much?" I asked him one day as we were walking down a stream.
He shrugged. "It...Interesting."
I laughed. "No offense, Ikshu, but I still cannot learn your language. Your people's words are so...long. And it just seems too complicated for me to understand."
He turned to me, hopping onto a rock that stuck out from the creek. "Really? It not hard. Do not think about too much."
I stopped. I didn't even try to hop onto the rock with him. "Ikshu, it's not as easy as English. English has been around for hundreds of years, and several countries use it. England, America, Australia..."
Ikshu's eyes narrowed, and his face became contorted. My stomach twisted. "That make English good?" He said, jumping onto the next rock. This time, he almost slipped, but regained his balance.
Carefully, I leaped onto the first rock. The cold creek threatened to soak my feet, which were already hurting from not being able to where my filthy shoes. "I did not mean it like that, Ikshu."
Ikshu sighed. "Motavato teach me some English. Not just you." His eyes darted from me, to focusing on not tripping on some rocks. "He good teach."
My lips pursed, as they usually do when I'm under stress. "No, no, Ikshu, I don't mean anything by that. It's just...English is more developed, you know? And your language is just, in my eyes, something you have to use to commune. Not much else."
That made Ikshu turn around, his eyes burning. "My language has meaning. Earth is the way we speak. English is nothing. Just words." Before I could say anything, he grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his rock. He didn't let go when he leaped from rock to rock, basically pulling me along like a rag doll.
"Ikshu, stop!" I protested as my foot plunged into the water. Ikshu slowed down, but he still went to and fro. At each rock, I slipped a little bit more, and the tugging of my arm didn't help, either. Ikshu was scaring me, just a tiny bit.
Finally, it happened. I lost my footing, and when I fell backwards, ikshu still didn't let go. He came into the water after me, and we both just sat there, in total shock from the cold mountain water. Some water weeds floated by, and I was reminded of the disgusting creatures in the water. I shrieked and stood up, weighted by my dress.
Ikshu followed me to the shore, where we both plopped down on the grass, shaking in the warmth of the sun that was just allowed to peak from the pine branches. Ikshu turned to me, but I did my best to not look at him.
After a moment of silence, only filled by the gurgling of the creek, Ikshu spoke. "English, I suppose," he started, speaking slowly and calm, but with a certain tightness to it. "Don't understand what Arapaho want. What Arapaho need. We need the stream." He poked his toe into the water and laughed. "Has Emily fished before?"
Curious about what he was trying to say, I shook my head and managed a glance at him. His face was filled with michief. the corners of my mouth started to twitch, and I tried my best not to smile. "Why do you want to know, Ikshu?"
He grabbed my hand and helped me up. I was suprised by his gentleness when he lifted me up, and when he did, he stablized me and everything. When I was up, he let go of my hand, but made him follow him downstream. Even with him giving me suspicion to where we were going, I knew what I was going to do.
We were going to catch some fish.
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