1. Resisting Fate - Part Three of Three


    Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: Poppet, Rating: 35, Source: LushStories

    We traveled many days together, my beautiful White Dove and I. That journey was the greatest time of my life, and Elsie and I were deep in love long before we crested the hills above the valley where my people made their winter camp. "We are home, Elsie," I said as I gazed out at the many conical tents that dotted the land below. Lazy trails of smoke rose from a hundred fires, and I could see the men and women the tribe working while hordes of children ran among them, playing as they always had. "We will not camp under the stars tonight. Tonight, we be kept warm inside my family's lodge." Elsie did not speak. When I turned, she was staring at the camp as if she had never expected us to be so many. I could see the old nervousness that she once regarded me with return, and her face darkened as she understood. I reached out and took her hand. "It will be good, my dove. My parents will welcome you as my bride, and as one of their own." "I hope this is true, Red Elk." Together, we rode down the slope and toward my family. We rode to within ear shot before I saw the commotion stir in the camp. Happy and joyous screams welcomed me back, and I saw my mother running quickly across the plain toward me and my chosen bride. Knowing as children do, many of the young ones followed, not wishing to miss out on the arrival of one of their own. I dismounted my pony as my mother ran near and she yelled out my name and embraced me, welcoming me back. "My little lost fawn, you are late. Your ...
    father and I expected you back before the frost!" She held me tight and then her gaze moved to Elsie. "And who is this?" she said with a hopeful smile. Elsie dismounted, and as I had taught her, came before my mother. "Hello, I am Elsie. I have been looking forward the meeting you." "El---see," mother tried, but the words stuck in her mouth. "I call her White Dove, mother." I wasn't sure Elsie yet knew it, but on this day she had been granted a new name, one that my people would understand and be able to say. I said nothing more, watching my mother's face glow in surprise as Elsie greeted her in our tongue. She looked at me, asking with her eyes the one question I knew she wanted answered most. When I smiled in turn, mothers face lit like the sun and she gathered Elise in her arms, hugging her tight. "Welcome, White Dove! You speak the tongue of the people? You both have so much to tell us tonight!" By then, my father had made his way to us. I knew he would have many questions, but before he even started, mother cut him off. "There will be plenty of time for you to question him, Grey Wolf. For now, it is enough that he has returned, and we must celebrate and welcome White Dove into our family!" *** When we first arrived I did not expect to see what I did. It was like a whole town, something that was so neatly put together. I always envisioned a few scattered tents, some possibly even living in caves. The stories I heard back home and even the ones my now dead husband told me was ...
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