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[lifethatisscratched]

[OOM: Kaniehtí:io has always stood for herself.]

It was a quiet morning for Ratonhnhaké:ton. First there was breakfast, then Mother discussed with him what he overheard last night, then she let him loose to go play with his friends.

He does not seem to mind so much that the opening to his longhouse is now an entrance to Milliways.

At the Bar, he finds a package waiting for him. The sweets are tried and set aside for being a little too sweet, and the writing tools are used to scribble on a few pieces of paper before being set aside as well.

The stagecoach is what really holds his attention. He sets it carefully on a table before he grabs a stool to stand on and examine it from every possible angle. Right now, he's investigating and fiddling with the various joints and junctions that hold the horses to each other, the wheels, and the stagecoach.

If he's not careful, he might break something.

Comments

[hecu_marine]

Shephard's had enough of examining the stuff at his table, and the motion at Ratonhnhaké:ton's catches his eye. "Hey there," he calls in greeting. "Long time no see."

[lifethatisscratched]

Ratonhnhaké:ton nods in reply. He's moved on to the passengers now, his attention fixed on one of the women in a long, flowing dress.

"Your people dress themselves funny."

He feels this is relevant.

[hecu_marine]

"Yeah, we do," says Shephard amiably. "'Course, I don't know that many ladies who'd wear somethin' like that 'round where I live. Where'd you git that?"

His mother's had plenty of dresses and skirts and such, but nothing near that long or old-fashioned.