1-1 w/Kateri

The soft, gentle breeze weaved through the tall golden stalks of the praerie grass as a lone horse stood grazing in the middle; its body was an ebony-white, like the tusks of an African elephant, and the nation had chosen the stallion a very fitting name; Snowbone.

Valeryo sat a little away from the horse, watching him grazing while she sat on a large, cracked rock. She often spent her days away from the camp, as she felt that the tribe still didn't really accept her because she was so different; first of all, she was white-skinned, her skin bronzely tanned instead of bearing a coffee-like colour, and her hair brown instead of a rich, smokey black like with the other girls in the tribe.

Valti, as was her nickname with her family, didn't have any friends apart from her horse companion, and she didn't trust him completely yet; lots of her nightmares had to do with stampeding horses, so Valeryo couldn't bring herself to spend more time with Snowbone than needed.

Her eyes wandered to the camp, the slender pillar of smoke raising inbetween the teepees of the Nation. She could see some men hunting a buffalo in the distance, their hunting accompanied by happy yips and cheers; a buffallo was enough to feel the whole nation for a while.

Valti was torn out of her daydreaming by the sound of a gallopping horse and some yelling voice, pretty close to her; she looked at Snowbone only to find the horse's head shot up, his ears rammed forward to listen. Something was there, and Valeryo didn't like the sound of it. She ran up to Snowbone and climbed onto the horse's back, sending him gallopping through the wide prairie.

Sitting upon a golden hill, sat a semi- tan colored girl. Her bright blue eyes, bearly picking anything up as she sat there. The hill that she is seated upon looks over the golden plains of the wide prairie. In Kateri's hand is a tall enough stick that could be a use in aiding her in getting around.

You can tell that she was from the East Cost. From a tribe from the valley of flint. She lighter in color than the others that are native out here. Kateri carved the stick into a walking stick.

Her ears acting like her eyes picked up something...

Finally, the figure on the horizon began to shape into something, and as soon as Valeryo saw who it was, she cursed her mind to lead her away from the camp of the nation. The man on the black horse was clearly a warrior, with a bow as long as her hand, a sharp arrow nocked onto it. There was more to it, the man was from a tribe that was one of the enemies of Valeryo's tribe. This was bad.

Snowbone whinned, but Valti was too afraid to lead him away; now what? Would she die from the arrow? Or could anything save her right now? She was like frozen to the spot, and couldn't move for even an inch; if she were standing on the ground, her weak knees would let her fall onto the black earthy ground.

Kateri followed the noise, and could feel the presance of two people and a horse. She saw through her left eye that a man was aiming a nocked arrow at a young girl. Kateri nocked her own arrow into her bow and shot a warrning shot at the strange man.