The United States of Native America
"I'm hot," Hania complained quietly as they traveled to where the Navajo's were. Aranck squeezed his eyes shut and prayed to the gods that they were almost nearby. "Are we there yet?"
"Please be patient Hania," Aranck said as he turned the horse they were riding on in the right direction.
The two were surrounded by silence until Hania asked another question. "Who are we visiting?"
"Why are you so chatty today?" Aranck asked amused yet annoyed. "We're going to go visit another nation like us."
"Is she nice?" Hania asked quietly.
Aranck thought the answer for a few moments. He remembered her as being a mix of a flower and a she-kaga, and that she was scary when he was a child. Of course, he always got into trouble, but Aranck still thought that those acts were too heroic to get punished for. "If you don't anger her," he said flatly.
Hania nodded and stayed quiet for the rest of the trip except for occasionally complaining about the heat. Aranck was grateful that he had changed Hania from his usual clothing that he wore up north.
"I can see her!" Aranck exclaimed as he sped the horse up. Hania clutched onto his older brother as the horse ran. When Aranck stopped the horse, Hania swore that he would never ride a horse for as long as he lived. The Native teen turned to his brother and brought him down from the stallion. "Stay here Hania. I am going to bring her over here so she can meet you." Aranck bopped Hania's nose with his fingers and headed away from him.
Hania could see his older brother walked towards another figure. They talked for a moment, with Aranck making excited hand movements, then walked over to where Hania was sitting. As they got closer, the violet eyed child could make out the person walking over to them. She was an exceptionally beautiful women. She had a tan that was deeper than Aranck's, with a lean figure that was covered by a red dress that parted at the thighs. She had warm brown eyes that looked inviting and black hair with a large headdress on. When she was in front of Hania, she crouched down and smiled warmly.
"Hello conetl," she greeted him. "I am Mexica." Hania looked at her with wide eyes, not knowing what to say. He looked at Aranck, who smiled and nodded.
"Hello Mexica," he said in a small voice. "I'm Hania." He looked at the ground, feeling very shy and self-aware that he wasn't wearing a shirt.
Mexica laughed at Hania. "You don't have to be scared of me youngling." Hania squeaked when he was lifted off the ground and was hugged by the Mexica women. "You almost look just like your brother when he was younger," she laughed. "Only paler, but still adorable!"
Hania stared at her, then concluded that she wouldn't hurt him. "Thank you...I can't breathe."
Mexica loosened her hug on Hania and looked over to Aranck. "This is wonderful! Now the whole family is here so I can-"
"Wait what?" Aranck cut Mexica off. "What do you mean by the whole family?"
"Inca is here too!" Mexica said, than she noticed the look he was giving her. "Oh, don't be like that, Aranck. I think that it's time that you got along."
"I don't want to be with that idiot of a brother!" Aranck exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "If anything, he'll influence Hania and I don't want that happening!"
Mexica rolled her eyes and adjusted her hold on Hania. "You're overreacting Aranck."
Hania watched his brother in surprise. The only times he freaked out were when either when he couldn't find Hania or the other time when Aranck believed that he was being haunted by spirits. To be honest, the last one was very humorous to the younger.
"I wanna meet Inca," Hania said. Aranck opened his mouth to say something, but Mexica beat him to it.
"You're in luck. He's already coming here." As soon as Mexica said that, someone had launched themselves upon Aranck yelling out, "Brother!" and having the Native yelling some colorful curses in his tongue.
"Get off me Inca, you idiot!" Aranck yelled, pushing his brother off.
The other man, Inca, laughed. "Liven up a bit little brother. I was just having fun with you!" Hania noticed that Inca looked like Mexica, only his hair reached to his shoulders and he was broader. He adjusted his golden bracelets and pushed back his yacolla. "Besides, I see a possible ally." Inca's bright brown eyes shifted to Hania. He smiled and walked to him.
"Hello there young one! I am Inca, but you may call me Tuku," He said, bowing to Hania. He jumped up and snatched Hania from Mexica. "You look like Aranck, but way cuter." Mexica could see Aranck's eye twitching.
"Why don't we go down to my place? You three are just in time for the New Fire Ceremony!" She said, skipping down to her cali, the other two following her with hesitance.
"Do you like bears?" Hania asked Tuku.
The Incan beamed at the violet eyed child, somehow forgetting that he was holding him. "Of course I do! Though they cause trouble, they are also tremendous beast! Do you like sweet berries?" Hania nodded his head excitedly. Tuku spun Hania around, earning an excided squeal and giggling. "Kid," Inca said as he set Hania on his shoulders. "We are going to be fast friends."
Aranck had a mini heart attack when he saw where Inca had placed his younger brother. The Native hurried towards them and tried to appear nonchalant. "So," he said in a high voice, his guard up in case the idiot dropped him. Which was very likely. "How have you been?"
Tuku looked at Aranck from the side and smirked. "Exchanging pleasantries? You must have been hit in the head recently."
Aranck spun to face his older brother, brown eyes flashing. He was about to curse him off when he remembered that his brother was there too. He really wanted to send some bugs on him, but he had to be the example. "I'm trying to be nice," he said dryly.
Inca's smirk became wider. "I've been well off. My llama-"
After he said that, Aranck tuned out the rest of the conversation while Hania listened intently.
By the time they reached the capitol city, Hania and Tuku hit it off well while Aranck was green with envy.
Information and Translations
Translations:
kaga- Devil (Lakota)
conetl- Child (Nahuatl)
cali- Home (Nahuatl)
Tuku- Owl (Quechuan)
Information:
yacolla- a males cape that the Incans wore
New Fire Ceremony- The Mexica calendar divided the year into 18 months of 20 days each, plus a five-day "unlucky" period. The Mexicas also knew a ritualistic period of 260 days, made up of 13 months with 20 named days in each. When one cycle was superimposed on the other, a "century" of 52 years resulted. Whenever these 52 year cycles would end, the Mexicas would have the most impressive and important festivals because they were scared that it would be the end of the world. Widely known as the New Fire Ceremony, this Mexica festival involved the putting out of the old altar fire and the lighting of a new one, as a symbol of the new cycle of life, represented by the dawning of the new era.
Edit 9/10/15
Edited for Grammar
Edited for Name changes
Pronunciation for Mexica- Meh- chi- ka
