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Pocahontas

Seated on an old, gnarled tree stump, Pocahontas breathed in the warm summer wind. The breeze was gentle enough so that she could set up her canvas and still faintly smell bonfires built across the lake.

She closed her eyes, remembering the bonfires back on the Reservation. Smoky sparks billowed in the air, dancing to the beat of the drums. A warm feeling grew in her heart. She yearned for home. She missed her grandmother perhaps most of all. She taught Pocahontas all she knew; art, planting, life…

She opened her eyes. She hadn't seen Grandmother Willow for years. Happily bound to her land, she lives in a small creaky house Pocahontas once knew so well. She frowned and sifted through her small basket of paints.

A figure surfaced in the lake and rose out of the water, keeping balanced on the rocks as it hiked steadily forward. Over the ledge Pocahontas made out a pair of broad shoulders and dark hair folded back in a bun. The figure approached her: a young, androgynous Chinese woman wrapped tightly in a towel.

"How was your swim?" Pocahontas smiled warmly.

"The water's amazing," the swimmer dried off.

Pocahontas set down her basket and turned to her companion. "Mulan?"

Mulan looked up.

"Something's calling me…" she began carefully. "I think I need to go home."

Mulan frowned for a minute, and then started pulling on her clothes. "Back to the Res? For a visit?"

"I don't know how long," Pocahontas admitted, staring down at her hands. "It might be awhile."

Plopping down against a tree trunk, Mulan searched for words. She hesitated, then quietly asked, "Is it us?"

Pocahontas locked eyes with Mulan, walking over to crouch down beside her. She took Mulan's chin in her hand, gently kissing her mouth. "Of course not."

She stood and walked to the ledge, over-looking the lake's expansive horizon. Mulan followed suit, kneeling to choose a flat rock, and then skipping it over the lucid surface. She took Pocahontas' wrist and pressed a stone to her palm. Pocahontas smiled and threw the stone across the water. It flew five skips before inevitably sinking into countless ripples.

"Yours always go so far," Mulan complained.

Pocahontas laughed, "Maybe I'll teach you sometime." She turned and resumed her position on the tree stump, whipping out her paintbrushes. Mulan lifted her towel from the ground, brushing it off.

"I'm going to run some errands. You need anything?" she twisted a lock of dark hair away from Pocahontas' face. "More paint?"

"Yes, thank you." Pocahontas smiled gratefully.

"What colors?"

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. "The colors of the wind."

Mulan snorted, shaking her head as she walked away. "Whatever that means."