~Pocahontas
Though Pocahontas could paint with all the colors of the wind, she was quite certain that she'd never seen this color before. She snuck to another clump of bushes, peering between the leaves at the strange object she'd happened across.
She might have called it blue like the sea had it not been so solid. Perhaps it was frozen sea water? In cold winters it had frozen before, but always the ice had been white or clear. This was surely something new.
Pocahontas liked new things.
After deciding it she was in no immediate danger, Pocahontas abruptly stood, revealing her presence. The tall blue thing did nothing. It sat still like a rock, but Pocahontas was certain it was not a rock.
Narrowing her eyes, she approached, treading silently across the pine needles beneath her moccasins. She circled it once more, scrutinizing it in her close proximity. It did not acknowledge her.
Pocahontas reached out and touched it, snatching her hand away just as quickly. No change. She touched it once more, this time gingerly placing her palm against the cool surface. It felt like wood, strangely enough. A blue tree? Whoever heard of such a thing.
Yet it was not tall enough to be a tree. Too straight, too smooth. Strange.
Pocahontas circled again, going back to the strange symbols she'd spotted. She stopped short in confusion upon seeing that there was a gaping hole where they had been. A tent flap? Of wood?
She needed to know more. After casting a wary glance over her shoulder, Pocahontas entered the thing. The door closed behind her.