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02-25-2016, 09:05 PM
echo
we have two ears and one mouth so we should listen more than we say The old buffalo rolled through the woods at his slow, steady pace. He was not far behind now, he knew, and would catch up soon enough if he just kept moving forward. Echo had been following Adaeze for months now, ever since she had left Dorobo. Their native land had not been improving when he left it had been a wrench to his heart to leave it behind knowing it would be subject to the senseless violence of the council. A healer and a traveler, Echo had been an unassuming carrier of messages for those with a mind to resist the rule of the corrupt government, and he had not been keen to leave that work unfinished. But his little Ada was too important, and he could not bare to stay behind when she went off alone and so he had followed, leaving others in his place. It had been months now, and he got a little closer each day. The old shaman was skilled at tracking and spent long hours on foot to compensate for his slow pace. It was often that he would roll his eyes, Gods, how the child does run!, but he was a patient man and knew he would catch her eventually and that kept him going. When he found her, he intended to scold her for several things, mainly her choice in locale. The mad had been trudging through snow of all things and did not like it one bit. But then he heard her voice, and his little petty annoyances drifted away (he could never stay mad at her). It drifted through the trees and put a smile on his old face. He did not run, or shout, but rolled into view as if they had been parted days and not months. “Ada child, why you march so fast? Echo not have time to find new gourd when his break and now he all out of potions!” The words might have been from a scolding parent, but there was laughter in his eyes and voice when he spoke. Only when he had greeted his girl did the green eyes drift to the stallion she had been speaking too. He seemed familiar, and definitely had the look of Dorobo but the old healer had met so many there that perhaps his mind was playing tricks. He stared for a few long seconds, leaning slowly closer and closer until he would have been almost eye to eye with the taller man. “Hujambo.” he muttered the common greeting without inflection to test his theory, any who had come from Dorobo would recognize it and Echo watched him carefully for signs of recognition. |
