Because I need Una post counts. >__>;
Unatsikanogeni managed to murmur comforting Cherokee words to the child, though he did not know if she would understand any of them. Hopefully, since she was Tribe-born, she would grow up immersed within the culture and language as those from the Great Tribe had been. He was only doing his part; at least until he had another part someone wanted him to do as he waited for some sort of instruction. Following orders was one of the few things he was good at, and he kept a large ear tuned to any sort of command, whether a direct order from authority or a fellow Tribesman’s demand veiled as a kindly suggestion.
The Councilwoman brought up the issue of the canoes, and Una quickly straightened. “Ayv wili alisdelvdi, Anasgayv.” He noted her gesture and followed after her, his ears laid back with a hint of discomfort, especially as they stepped out into the full wind and rain. He stifled a whimper as rain splattered in his face and instead ran over to the canoes, where he reached up to steady one with his hands and looked to Ulilohi for further instruction as to where they’d move the hollow things.
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