A/N: Hi....I'm back! How come no one reviewed? :( Anywho, on with the fic!
Moses, Henri, and Arrow started going back. Arrow had *so* many questions! But then again, so did Henri.
"What's France like?"
"Wvhat'z it like az an Indy-ian?"
"Has it been hard for you?"
"And wvhat about you?"
"Are you a- um, what is it? Ah, yes. A Tory?" Arrow scrutinized him with narrow eyes. She began nervously playing with her long dark hair, which reached her thighs.
Henri scoffed. "Never! And you? Haz your tribe joined zem?"
"No! We're neutral."
"Wvhat a cowardly thsing to be!"
"That's manners for you! Humph! The French are rude, are you telling me that?" Arrow put her hands on her hips.
"Never!"
"I'll bet!"
"Wvell, the Indians-"
"*Native Americans*!"
"Yez- thsey are savages!"
"No!"
"Yez!"
"Oh, cat dirt to you! Part of France is neutral too!"
"Not all!"
"Same with us. Some of the Sioux are helping the Americans. My father was included."
"Well, I haven't heard of any-wvait. *Wvas?*"
"Yes, he died."
"Oh. I understand. I'm an orphan too."
Arrow's eyes softened. "My mother is still alive. But she's very sick."
"With wvhat?"
"I don't know. The grown-ups are keeping it from me. She slurs her speech, but she seems well other than that."
"Did you tell her you love her?"
Arrow looked down, but nodded.
"Good." Henri hooked his arm on the crook of hers. "I'm sorry of what I said of the Native Americans. They're very wise people."
Arrow grinned. " And I'm sorry of what I said about the French. They're very.....humorous."
Moses looked behind him at them, smiling. "We're here." He knocked his hand on the door, and with no response in return, he went in.
***
Sara heard a rapping at the door. She looked at James who was awaking, and covered him up more. She hurried downstairs, knowing it was Moses and Henri, along with their "new recruit".
When she came down, the first thing that happened was her bumping into someone.
"Cat dirt, cat dirt, cat dirt, cat dirt, cat dirt!"
Sara smiled in spite of herself. She looked up to see the girl with long black hair and a bronze face. Her face was almost cat-like. The girl's blue eyes were harried, and she was scrambling up.
"Sorry, missus! I didn't know-- didn't mean any-"
Sara smiled and took the brown hand that was offered to her form the girl. She got up too, and looked at the girl, and said kindly with her oh-so Brit accent, "It's alright. I should've watched where I was going! Be yourself!"
"You're British!" And the girl blushed even more. "I mean, um..." She curtseyed lopsidedly. "I'm pleased to meet you."
Sara curtseyed too. "Does it matter that I'm British to you?" She said this questioningly.
"Oh-no! No! It's just that I wasn't being very...*proper*." She smiled. "The name's Arrow. And you?" She looked up.
"Sara. And, James is upstairs. He has smallpox, but he's getting better."
"Smallpox? That's easy to cure! Let me see 'im." The girl-Arrow-put her hands on her hips and grinned.
Sara pointed upstairs and led the way.
***
When they got to James's room, Arrow stopped and stared at him.
"What's wrong?" Sara inquired.
"He looks like my brother." She turned to Henri. "He's dead too."
Sara looked over to James. To her he could never be a brother. He was too loud-mouthed and, well...
Arrow scowled at her own weakling behavior right when she said that. 'Pull yourself together, girl!'
"Well, anyhow. I have some medicines in my carpet bag." She started rifling through her luggage.
Henri saw a book pop out when she came out from in them, holing a small bottle.
"What's zis?" He opened the book to reveal drawings, sketches, and notes.
"Give me that!" Henri held it away from her defiantly, grinning. "Fine. You can see it." Henri happily looked through each picture and footnote, showing a few to Sara.
Arrow picked herself up and went over to James's bed.
"Wake up, boy!" She snapped.
James's eyelids fluttered. "Whaa..?" He opened his eyes fully to see a Indian girl with long black hair looking over him. {Please excuse the next oh-so James-y remark coming up!}
"AH! An Indian! AAAAAAAAUUUU--"
His loud shouting was immediately cut off by a loud slap from Arrow.
"Get a hold of yerself!" James blinked.
"Uh, heh heh. Sorry. I guess I'm a bit-"
"Delirious? Crazy? Oh, no, James, you were being perfectly polite!" Sara's sarcastic remark came tumbling from her lips. Arrow giggled. James glared.
"Pleased to meet ya. I'm Arrow. And your James, aren't you? Now, drink this, you'll feel better by the end of the day."
James smiled. "You're the new journalist, aren't you?"
"Yup! Now, drink up!" She inserted a spoon(which had been on the bedside table) filled with liquid in to his mouth.
James opened his mouth. "Eww! Yuck!" He say up on his bed. "This, stuff is so disgusting, I wouldn't even feed it to a Redcoat!"
Arrow grinned. "That's just what my brother said."
***
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Moses, Henri, and Arrow started going back. Arrow had *so* many questions! But then again, so did Henri.
"What's France like?"
"Wvhat'z it like az an Indy-ian?"
"Has it been hard for you?"
"And wvhat about you?"
"Are you a- um, what is it? Ah, yes. A Tory?" Arrow scrutinized him with narrow eyes. She began nervously playing with her long dark hair, which reached her thighs.
Henri scoffed. "Never! And you? Haz your tribe joined zem?"
"No! We're neutral."
"Wvhat a cowardly thsing to be!"
"That's manners for you! Humph! The French are rude, are you telling me that?" Arrow put her hands on her hips.
"Never!"
"I'll bet!"
"Wvell, the Indians-"
"*Native Americans*!"
"Yez- thsey are savages!"
"No!"
"Yez!"
"Oh, cat dirt to you! Part of France is neutral too!"
"Not all!"
"Same with us. Some of the Sioux are helping the Americans. My father was included."
"Well, I haven't heard of any-wvait. *Wvas?*"
"Yes, he died."
"Oh. I understand. I'm an orphan too."
Arrow's eyes softened. "My mother is still alive. But she's very sick."
"With wvhat?"
"I don't know. The grown-ups are keeping it from me. She slurs her speech, but she seems well other than that."
"Did you tell her you love her?"
Arrow looked down, but nodded.
"Good." Henri hooked his arm on the crook of hers. "I'm sorry of what I said of the Native Americans. They're very wise people."
Arrow grinned. " And I'm sorry of what I said about the French. They're very.....humorous."
Moses looked behind him at them, smiling. "We're here." He knocked his hand on the door, and with no response in return, he went in.
***
Sara heard a rapping at the door. She looked at James who was awaking, and covered him up more. She hurried downstairs, knowing it was Moses and Henri, along with their "new recruit".
When she came down, the first thing that happened was her bumping into someone.
"Cat dirt, cat dirt, cat dirt, cat dirt, cat dirt!"
Sara smiled in spite of herself. She looked up to see the girl with long black hair and a bronze face. Her face was almost cat-like. The girl's blue eyes were harried, and she was scrambling up.
"Sorry, missus! I didn't know-- didn't mean any-"
Sara smiled and took the brown hand that was offered to her form the girl. She got up too, and looked at the girl, and said kindly with her oh-so Brit accent, "It's alright. I should've watched where I was going! Be yourself!"
"You're British!" And the girl blushed even more. "I mean, um..." She curtseyed lopsidedly. "I'm pleased to meet you."
Sara curtseyed too. "Does it matter that I'm British to you?" She said this questioningly.
"Oh-no! No! It's just that I wasn't being very...*proper*." She smiled. "The name's Arrow. And you?" She looked up.
"Sara. And, James is upstairs. He has smallpox, but he's getting better."
"Smallpox? That's easy to cure! Let me see 'im." The girl-Arrow-put her hands on her hips and grinned.
Sara pointed upstairs and led the way.
***
When they got to James's room, Arrow stopped and stared at him.
"What's wrong?" Sara inquired.
"He looks like my brother." She turned to Henri. "He's dead too."
Sara looked over to James. To her he could never be a brother. He was too loud-mouthed and, well...
Arrow scowled at her own weakling behavior right when she said that. 'Pull yourself together, girl!'
"Well, anyhow. I have some medicines in my carpet bag." She started rifling through her luggage.
Henri saw a book pop out when she came out from in them, holing a small bottle.
"What's zis?" He opened the book to reveal drawings, sketches, and notes.
"Give me that!" Henri held it away from her defiantly, grinning. "Fine. You can see it." Henri happily looked through each picture and footnote, showing a few to Sara.
Arrow picked herself up and went over to James's bed.
"Wake up, boy!" She snapped.
James's eyelids fluttered. "Whaa..?" He opened his eyes fully to see a Indian girl with long black hair looking over him. {Please excuse the next oh-so James-y remark coming up!}
"AH! An Indian! AAAAAAAAUUUU--"
His loud shouting was immediately cut off by a loud slap from Arrow.
"Get a hold of yerself!" James blinked.
"Uh, heh heh. Sorry. I guess I'm a bit-"
"Delirious? Crazy? Oh, no, James, you were being perfectly polite!" Sara's sarcastic remark came tumbling from her lips. Arrow giggled. James glared.
"Pleased to meet ya. I'm Arrow. And your James, aren't you? Now, drink this, you'll feel better by the end of the day."
James smiled. "You're the new journalist, aren't you?"
"Yup! Now, drink up!" She inserted a spoon(which had been on the bedside table) filled with liquid in to his mouth.
James opened his mouth. "Eww! Yuck!" He say up on his bed. "This, stuff is so disgusting, I wouldn't even feed it to a Redcoat!"
Arrow grinned. "That's just what my brother said."
***
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