A/N: Ok last chapter i had the language the Native talk in bold but i changed it to underlined. Because i thought it would be easier on the eyes.

MANY THANKS TO THE FAVORITES, FOLLOWS, AND ALL THAT LOVE! KISS!

The following morning, the loud tweeting of birds and the stomping of people woke Amelia from her sound slumber. Her eyelids fluttered from the soft light the fabric of the tepee managed to allow in. With a heavy unlady-like grunt, she propped herself up onto her elbows before looking around wearily.

The small space was warm and cozy to boot, and yet, even with all the melodrama happening at her house, that place felt like her true home.

Amelia reached up a hand to rake through her tussled locks. "Weird." She whispered out in a husky morning tone. Suddenly there was a shadow at the opening of the tepee. "One With The Land, can I come in?" At the sound of the familiar polite voice, Amelia sat up, choking out a reply of come in.

Weeping Winds peered inside with her signature smile. "Have a good sleep my friend?" She asked brightly and walked in to pick up some things from a woven bin Amelia had not known was there.

"Yes, thank you."

"I'm glad to hear. When you get ready, please come and find me."

She found herself nodding, and just as the other was about to depart, Amelia stopped her. "Yes?" Weeping Winds gave her a tilt of her head, and Amelia opened her mouth but she couldn't make words appear. Amelia stared at the girl and was surprised that she was actually just now getting a good look at her.

She was a pretty thing, maybe a bit taller than herself, with a thick black braid falling almost to the waist. There was a necklace of several feathers, stones, and… Amelia squinted slightly, animal bone…? Nonetheless, it only drew attention to the beautiful dress that was probably made from animal skins.

"One With The Land?"

Amelia blinked rather sheepishly, she shook her head with more motion that was necessary, "Um," say something that doesn't sound daft prat, "do ya mind if I call you Windy? It's just that Weeping Winds is kinda of a mouthful and I-" Amelia hastily swallowed the lump in her throat and followed by ignoring the blood filling her cheeks.

But to her surprise, Weeping Winds only let out a rush of laughter with a glint of- amusement? -in her deep brown eyes. She held the object she had picked up to her chest and finished up her laughter.

"I wouldn't mind." She replied with that same glint focused so clearly in her gaze. With that, the girl turned away and slipped out of the tepee murmuring "A mouthful" with a giggle.

After she was gone, Amelia sat on the ground with a look resembling a new born chick, confused and lost.

She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, unsure what to do, or rather, what to start with first. Amelia supposed she could just wear the same clothes from yesterday, but then would that seem rude?

So with that though in mind, Amelia crawled over to her cowhide bag to pull out a new set of trousers and shirt. As the colony located her bag, there she paused, thinking over something. Did she have to change? Maybe the Natives wouldn't notice. She unknowing pulled at the collar of the shirt she wore and pulled it to her nose to test, and with the musk of it came a wrinkle to her nose.

Definitely going to change that.

Her hands dove into the bag, starting their journey to discover a new pair of clothes for the day. She'll most likely have to find a way to wash the dirtier ones somehow. Despite how many people didn't find the value in being clean, England had branded that into her mind at a tender age, and so, she was one of few who took a bath every other week, no matter how much of a pain it was, and have her usual clothes (the trousers and shirt, not to mention her underthings) washed clean often.

"Ah ha!" She cheered at pulling out an outfit… along with everything else that she throw in. It appeared that her things had formed into a ball of mass inside her bag.

At once, with a growling grumble, she went to work shoving back everything until she came to the small wooden box and the newly wrinkled letter. What was she thinking in bring that here? She stared at the things with a weak glare.

Yes, well, it was now quite obvious that she hadn't been in clear thoughts at the moment.

Amelia sighed, placing a hand to the fur beneath her. For a moment, she considered opening the letter, mostly to have a reason to complain to herself about England. The last thing she had sent to the man had been about his constant unwillingness to allow her to do anything.

Thinking back on it, it did sound childish, but she had enough of his own whining. Don't do this. Listen to me. How many times to I have to tell you girl? Do not provoke me. Without me, you would be nothing but a savage.

Amelia stuffed the wrinkled letter back into the depths of her bag. That last one had stung some, especially since it had some after his last short visit… She bit on the soft inside of her cheek before stripping and quickly changing. Her hand removed the ribbon from its place. She tried to retie it to give her scuffled hair some improvement.

She buttoned up the shirt before quickly moving to opening on the teepee to search for her black leather boots. A gift from Francis after the war a couple years back. She made quick to lace them up and emerged from her new found home to see the tribe up and at work.

A child ran past her legs with a basket of seeds, and when she looked up, she spotted several other tepees across from her view. She wouldn't say they were lined up, they were certainly in some sort of pattern, but what exactly it was, she didn't know.

Amelia wondered if this is what it was normally like for the tribe in the mornings. She stood there awkwardly for moment, pondering where she should go to find Windy. With a shrug of a shoulder, she made up her mind and started off in a random direction. Everything looked completely different from last night…

Maybe because it had been night Amelia. She rolled her blues eyes at herself.

The colony kept glancing this way and that for her friend or a familiar face, but again, it had been dark last night. She paused, hesitated, at a pair of women skinning an animal. Its hind legs were tied up and blood rolled off in crimson beads to a pool on the grass.

Her lips pressed together then she forced her head away from the sight. Again, her legs started moving in a direction, but she just wanted the smell of blood out of her nose.

"Hey!" A voiced called out to from somewhere behind and she keep walking, then the voice repeated, much louder, "Hey!" She stopped and looked around, her face surely dripping with confusion. Amelia blushed at the young man calling her. He was only a meter or two away as he walked towards her. The young Native ran up to her when the distance came to a few short feet.

He was maybe a couple years older than her and wore a tan animal skin pants and had a feather laced into his long ebony black hair. The hair was tied loosely into a low braid and thrown over his broad shoulder. There were some drawings finger painted onto his chest depicting the long glasses that where common to the grasslands when the autumn came. But the thing that caught her gaze was the sharp gray of his almond shaped eyes.

Her eyes fell from his eyes to his naked chest again. Amelia would bet a week's meal that she was blushing from her toes, hidden in her boots, to the blonde roots on her head.

This wouldn't be the first time she's seen a shirtless man, but the surprise was apparent as her eyes stayed parallel to his chest. There was muscle there and on his arms from all the work he must do. She knew from all the lessons slapped into her mind by her governesses that she should look away, or else her reputation would be forever tarnished.

Pfft. Yeah right.

The thought flew over her head with startlingly ease. His skin color was a beautiful shade of caramel…. Then Amelia noticed his lips, full and just as sweet to her eyes. Her own lips twitched with a tingly feeling and she repressed the urge to cover them with a hand. But they started to twitch into a frown as she noticed the young man's lips were moving.

She looked up at his eyes sharply, mumbling out a gargled, "Urgh?"

He gave a small amused smile at that. "You are looking for Weeping Winds, right?" His voice had a smooth touch to it and Amelia barely remembered to nod. His tiny smile transformed to a sunny grin. "This way then." He turned his back to her and started off in between two tepees.

"Wait!" She yelled over the sudden loudness that erupted to her ears. It seemed that this was the point in the early morning that many of the tribe were at their task. As she tried keeping up with the man who came to get her, Amelia saw people doing all sorts of chores. They all burned together.

The small hint of breeze that she noticed earlier seemed stronger due to her running. It made her eyes water and squint to prevent further discomfortable.

Her eyes blinked out the annoying tears, when she noticed that many of the people out and about were looking at her. She hoped this wasn't going to be a regular thing.

But she didn't much time to think on it, because when her head turn to her front, she saw that the man who was leading her, stopping in front of a group of women.

"Ah! Nikita must you have her rush?" At the usually sweet voice turned sour, Amelia turned her head and spotted Windy getting up from her position from the group of women, who were in fact, weaving some sort of…. Thing. Amelia tried to be polite and try not to stare blankly at the large blanket… thing.

Her young escort only shouldered with a wicked grin that made her heart flutter. He was so handsome…

"Thank you for coming to see me One With The Land," Windy said in that humble voice that Amelia was just starting to get the hang of. Polite speech was not common to her if she could help. Polite speech meant rich folk, and that sort were the ones who manage to piss her off with every little thing.

"Yes yes, enough with the greeting child. Let the women talk now. Away Nikita." It was the elderly chief women from last night. She sat in the center of the women, back straight laced, and a shiny gleam of history embedded with her black eyes.

America would know. She's seen in it the faces of England, France, even Canada, and in the mirror.

But what was this old women's name…? Ah yes, Dream Listener. The name sounded appropriate to the women. Her black eyes it seemed that she could see into your very soul.

To Amelia's left, Nikita dipped his head, a respectful gesture that contrasted with the smile blooming on his full lips. There, again, Amelia felt her lips tinged, and a blush formed on the apples of her cheeks. Embarrassed by her body's display, Amelia turned away without another glance back at where this good-looking youth disappeared off to.

When Amelia finally focused her eyesight to the group, she found everyone staring at her. Did she have something on her face? Frowning, she lifted a hand to smear over the landscape of her face.

"Old One," Dream Listener on said, but at the different name, America blinked, "I am pleased that you have stayed the night with us. Have you had a good night's rest?" She nodded with an uneasy smile. It was odd having to be around such nice humans.

"Yes, thank you very much for giving me shelter." Amelia bowed at the waist towards the elder.

"Tell me Old One, have you fasted yet?"

Amelia swallowed dryly, suddenly aware of the grumble her stomach had decided on making. "Er- no, I mean to say that I haven't had the chance. I kinda just woke up and…" The words trailed off, leaving the sentence sounding awkward

"Then you will eat. Nikita?!" She called out to the passing tribesmen. "Where has that boy gone?" Her voice had a touch of annoyance. "My grandson is lazy and unfocused Old One. Please do not let his poor personality and actions reflect on us." Dream Listener said gravely.

Amelia heard a faint giggle to her right and only had a second to spot Windy's lips pressed together to keep the bell-like noise hidden away. Nikita strolled back into the area with a chunk of what looked like bread in hand and a decent proportion of it in his mouth. Now it was her turn to try not to laugh at the way his right cheek puffed out like a chipmunk's.

"Boy," Dream Listener called out to her grandson, "Take Old One to eat and behave yourself." That last bit held a warning tone attached to it. It sounded not unlike the one mothers would give naughty children. Yet Nikita smiled through it, looking like a fat faced scarecrow. Amelia really tried not to choke on the laugh hiding in her throat.

Nikita suddenly looked at her, causing the threat of laughter to be caught off abruptly. She felt her face flush under his gaze and she felt embarrassed cause of it, which only added to the red gathering in her cheeks. "This way One With The Land,"

Feeling completely clumsy with herself, Amelia followed the young man until they were out the council's sight. The only noise around the two was the background sounds of the tribesmen working.

Amelia felt even more awkward with the silence between them so… what the hell? "Uh… Nikita, your name right?" Smooth, "I- I um…." The words were just as clumsy as she was.

He looked back at her and grinned, a sharp K9 showing through, "Don't worry, it'll be my pleasure to help you out."

She didn't know what was more embarrassing; her horrible stutter that followed or the trickle of drool on the corner of her mouth.