The spirits speak to us everyday, though their voices often fall upon deaf ears-

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Who knew that accidentally moving through space and time would be such a pain in the ass? Kay wondered as she hit the ground hard enough to jar her down to her very bones before she promptly rolled down the steep incline that she had landed upon, and came to a rather sudden stop when she hit near frigid water and rocks.

Stunned at the abruptness of everything that had happened, and frankly, still trying to let her mind catch up to her body- she didn't move from underneath the water. She merely, floated there for what seemed like an short eternity before her mind and body finally became synchronized again and she realized that she was kind of drowning, and fought her way to the surface.

Breaking the crystalline waters, she gasped as she slowly began to maneuver herself through the water until she was back on land again. Or at least as close to it as she could get anyways, before she finally managed to sort herself out.

Laying on her back on the warm ground, she blinked her eyes several times before seeming to realize, oh, her bangs were in her eyes. Reaching up, slender fingers carefully brushed the blue black strands away revealing a pale heart shaped face with wide vivid green eyes rimmed in a beautiful aqua.

Huffing as she tried to recall everything that had happened from beginning to end, she paused briefly to glance at both of her wrists.

This whole damn, time and space trip thingy had started with her being given a pair of priceless sterling silver and opal inlay bracelets and a sterling and opal inlay choker with three oval shaped blue sapphires imbedded in it.

The pieces had belonged to her great, great grandmother. Which were kind of a wedding gift from her great, great, grandfather whom had made the lovely pieces of art work to be handed down through the generations of women in their family.

Which is how she had gotten them, the last owners of the three pieces had died. Oddly all had perished on the same day, within an hour of each other. Leaving her the only girl left in the family to take possession of the pieces. And of course, no one had warned her about the possibility of them being haunted? Enchanted? Bewitched?

She honestly didn't know what to call...whatever it was. All she really understood is one second she had been at home, in the year 2017. And now...well, she didn't exactly know when or where she was. All she could tell so far was that, she wasn't in Kansas anymore.

Laying on the ground for a moment longer, she huffed for a moment in a rare fit of annoyance, and then slowly climbed to her feet. Feeling the water soaking every inch of her form in an uncomfortable way, she looked around to see if there was any signs of people around and could hear some hustling and bustling about from a slight distance.

She could make out the vague sounds of people moving around, going about their everyday life.

Making a quick decision to strip herself of everything but her black spandex knee length shorts and the strapless spandex bra that she had covering her chest, she then proceeded to ditch her wet turquoise long sleeved cotton shirt, her multi colored black, copper, green, gold, and maroon velvet and satin vest, her mid thigh length black cotton skirt and the leggings that she wore under it and her slip on black leather shoes.

With that done, she then collected her discarded clothing and shoes and began walking towards the sounds she heard. Hoping that she would run into someone who might be able to help her.

Carefully climbing the steep incline that she had tumbled down, it took her a few minutes, but she finally reached the top of the incline and pushed her way through a small thicket of bushes and stumbled out into the open.

She wasn't sure exactly what she had been expecting to find.

But several Indians, a white guy in buckskin clothing, all on horse back- looking at her funny- wasn't anywhere at the top of her list.

Staring at them for several heartbeats, she was vaguely aware that she was being rude and should at the very least try to say something, but she was fairly certain that anything that she may say to them might be taken out of context and considered insulting or something.

It was during her state of slight shock, that the man in the buck skin clothing slid off of his horse's back and slowly walked around to where she was. Blinking as he stood directly in front of her, his body towering over her own- Kay tilted her head back ever so slightly to look at him.

Noting that he was pretty damn handsome. He had long light brown hair that fell past his shoulders, his face was...almost like a model's. Square jawline, stubborn chin, calm looking sky blue eyes. He looked like he was about twenty two or something, was physically fit, his body well built and covered in thickly chorded muscle. His height had to be somewhere around six foot.

She couldn't even begin to speculate his weight.

She felt him carefully lay a hand on one of her slender shoulder's and nearly jumped out of her skin. Her mind chanting, too close, too close, too close! Didn't this guy know that he shouldn't be in her personal bubble until at least the tenth date?! Her mind supplied as she became aware that he was speaking to her.

Panicking slightly because she missed what he had been saying, she opted to stay silent instead of simply responding, causing the man to frown at her before turning to his friends and said something in what sounded like Cheyenne to her.

"She isn't responding. Do you think she could be injured or something?"

"Not sure. I see no visible wounds on her aside from some slight bruises, scratches and bloody gnashes and cuts on her arms and legs."

"What should we do?"

"I am not sure. The white man usually doesn't allow their young children to wander off."

"Should we take her back to the tribe and see take care of her, maybe see if she can answer our questions later. She seems to be in shock right now."

Kay listened to them talk about her and was tempted to start speaking Apache at them just to shut them up. However she wasn't exactly sure how any of them would react to that- so she remained silent and merely listened.

The indian that the man had been talking too, nodded his head as he looked her over for a moment before noticing her choker and bracelets, and then frowning.

"Where did she get those?"

"What?"

"The jewelry. The pieces are indian made."

"Can you tell what tribe?"

"No."

"Then we'll simply have to ask her about them later."

"Very well, bring her."

The moment that those words left the Indian's lips, the man that had tried to speak to her moved quickly- scooping her up into his arms before she could so much as scream, much less think to struggle- he had her on his horse, and pulled himself up behind her in the saddle and did some weird exchange with the Indians that he had rode over with and then nudged the horse into a trot.

Causing her to reach out and grab his arms in alarm.