Western RP: play thread

Luis couldn't help but feeling some sense of rejection. He had never really cared for Buddy, but he had saved his life... And this was the thanks he got?

Greg watched the while ordeal go down, and silently laughed at Buddy's stumbling over his words. He took a drink out of his small flask, and realized it was empty. He took a bottle out of his sattle bag and re filled it. He wondered how the Comanche would take their presence.

Buddy glanced away, then whispered to Catori, who spoke in her native tongue to the man before them. The man and Catori looked across to the village perimeter, and beckoned all forward, to enjoy all the hospitality the Comanche village had to offer.

Buddy was surprised by this show of hospitality in the Comanche camp. What had he had to fear from these people, from all people different than him, be it by skin color or gender or beliefs? He frowned as the others approached, ashamed. He welcomed Luis the vaquero, and Nat, the darkie, and Lily and Greg, as Catori's father also spoke words of welcome.

Buddy wished there was more he could do here, but this was not his place, and he no longer had a place... ah well, he sighed, time and circumstances would soon offer up plenty more opportunities, he was certain...

Greg stepped forward and spoke to Catori's father in Comanche. "Thank you for opening your home to us."

The Comanche rituals for burial and honoring of spirits was a 3 day celebration and spectacle, and an incredible honor and privilege for outsiders to be party to. The dance, the chants, the speeches and stories, though he couldn't understand a word of the language, Buddy did understand the feeling, the emotion behind the entire event. And he was awed, and humbled by it all. He was probably the oldest, the elder of this rag-tag troupe, and yet, he was in most ways, most naive...

His fingers often wandered into his vest pocket, stroking the rings hidden there, and gazing into Catori's young, though not entirely innocent eyes, smiling as she smiled, even in the somber and stoic successive displays of honor for the fallen warrior.

So much death, and loss... and not much to look forward to, to live for... all forgotten when he looked across the bonfire at his 'Beautiful Flower'. Luis was right, Buddy was such a foolish white man!

He had to make ammends, some way, some day, some how...

(("Someday, somehow, gonna make it alright..." 😄 ))

((this goes before your last one, Slicky me cully))

Luis bowed his head deeply to Catori's father and the other man as a gesture of respect. Nat was about to do the same, but a group of children approached him and blocked him. They all marveled at his strangely colored horse and his dark skin. The others in the tribe had seen people like him, but he realized how foreign he must seem to these youngsters. He crouched down and let them whisper amongst themselves, whatever they were saying.

Catori sat staring into the fire. Her father spoke words of encouragement to her. She smiled.

Lily sat down near a black haired woman who was almost like her. Sweetly she said in camouche, "Ma, it is me Sunia. How are you Kiki? It's been too long." Lily hugged her crying and tears flooded down her perfect cheeks.

Catori watched. She began to wonder why.

"Father still loves you dearly but I don't feel at home in town. It's too rowdy! Hey ADREA!" said Lily(Sunia) as a white wolf streaked past almost knocking her over as it lapped kisses on her chaaks.

Luis was having a knife-throwing contest with some teenage boys.

Catori walked over to Luis. "Are you having fun?" she asked smiling.

Lily talked with her mother.

"As much as I can as a wanted man," he answered.

Lily looked at Luis curiously and smiled at him before returning to her chat.

Luis felt mildly uncomfortable. What was he, a museum piece?

Lily loved to be friendly but shrugged her shoulders and kept her mother up to date with what she has been doing lately.

Catori noticed how uncomfortable Luis and decided to leave him.

Lily felt a pat on her shoulder and turned around into a native who was six feet tall and smiled broadly. He was dressed in a casual bucksin with matching mochasins while his short black hair drifted in an upcoming breeze. Lily had her heart melt at the sight of him.

Catori smiled slyly. The native had een her cousin. All night she had listen to him go on about Lily (Sunia). She winked at Lily.