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Post by Sita on Mar 23, 2006 0:34:33 GMT -6
Sita walked into a clearing deep in the forest and smiled to herself. She started a huge fire and took out her flute. She was dressed in her Native American clothes just like she used to at ther parties in her old village. She started playing her flute and dancing around the fire. As she closed her eyes she could hear drums in the background, see tepees with old woman holding back little children, men boasting about their latest kill. She silently smiled to herself and thought, 'Home.' She continued playing and could have sworn that as she continued playing, the drums really were playing throughout the forest.
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Post by Sita on Apr 2, 2006 13:36:09 GMT -6
She finished the flute part but continued the dancing part of it, beating her feet the the drums sweet rhythm. She started chanting the words that went along with it. As she twisted and turned, bent and bowed over the fire she felt for once that this was truly home, that she was truly safe.
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Post by Adonis on Apr 4, 2006 8:27:10 GMT -6
I smiled as I watched her perform her beautiful music and dance. As she continued with it, I thought I could almost her.....drums. Just as I thought of it though, the sound faded. Faded with the sound of her music.
I jumped down next to her softly. As she continued to dance, I joined her in a counterpoint. The two of us had a perfect harmony. Just pure dancing in all its raw and beautiful nature. I danced around her and she danced around me, both with our eyes closed. All that we were aware of was the ecstasy of the dance.
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Post by Sita on Apr 4, 2006 8:57:17 GMT -6
Sita did a complex movement and when she opened her eyes she saw the old village that she had lived in when she was younger. She stopped dancing and stood there smiling widely. As the little children came running up to her she knelt down and hugged them tightly. They all greeted her kindly, "Hello Minowa, where have you been?" One of the little girls giggled and whispered in her ear, "Who's he?" Sita stood up and said to Adonis, still smiling, "Welcome to my home. Since they've given me a name I see it only fitting for you to have one too, you shall be Monon, I'm Minowa."
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Post by Adonis on Apr 4, 2006 10:17:04 GMT -6
I slowly stopped my dancing but I stayed in the same spot with my eyes closed. That's when I heard a giggle and looked around in wonder at the village and the kids. The kids, I didn't even sense them before. Hearing Sita speak, I turned to her smiling. "Monon is it, well I like it, it's beautiful. Minowa is even more so." I smiled kindly at the children.
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Post by Sita on Apr 4, 2006 13:05:42 GMT -6
Sita smiled, "Minowa means travelling singer and Monon means bear." She slowly looked back toward her village. She smiled as she spotted the old woman working on their knitting and cooking. The men were out hunting more than likely and the little children were huddle around her and Adonis. She picked up one of them and asked softly, "Where's your chief?"
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Post by Adonis on Apr 6, 2006 9:33:09 GMT -6
As Sita.....Minowa, talked to one child, the rest started to dance and play all around me. In the distance I could her a woman beating a skin for dusting. The pitterpatter of the small feet of the children. The sporadic chattering of the villagers............they all formed a beat, a tune. It was impropmtu but I started to weave and dance to the noise. It was almost as beautiful as our former dance. Close but not quite.
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Post by Sita on Apr 6, 2006 13:02:04 GMT -6
Sita looked back at Adonis and laughed slightly. Then she turned to the girl in her arms, "She's in her tepee, would you like me to show you?" "No thank you I know perfectly well where it is." Sita set down the girl and looked back at Adonis, wondering if she should pull him away from his dance with the young ones.
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Post by Adonis on Apr 7, 2006 9:31:04 GMT -6
Aware that Sita was looking at me, I slowed to a stop and followed her as she walked to a tepee.
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Post by Sita on Apr 7, 2006 13:00:37 GMT -6
Sita laughed and said to Adonis, "You stick out like a sore thumb here, but I think the children like you." She bent as she went underneath the flap of her grandmothers tepee.
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