WHO: Pocahontas and Stefan Salvatore; steadfaststefan WHEN: Wednesday evening WHERE: The beach WHAT: Stefan takes Pocahontas out to see the ocean RATING: TBD STATUS: In progress
Pocahontas was still trying to get used to this place; the strange building that she'd been told to stay in, the modern communication contraption, the odd clothes. A very nice lady had given her some new clothes free of charge when she'd told her she didn't have any goods to trade. Pocahontas had never seen anyone like her in her life before. She'd had dark, dark brown skin, the colour of the earth or the bark of trees, but she had been so friendly and smiley that Pocahontas couldn't help but like her. She'd given her a pair of breeches made of a rough blue material, a little like what John Smith had worn, but tighter, and a short skirt made of the same stuff. She'd also given her a few "tee shirts" which, she'd said, were to be worn on the top half. She'd put some "underwear" in the bag too; little things called panties, and, of course, the bras. Pocahontas hadn't understood what to do with the bras until she'd gone out wearing one on top of the tee shirt and someone had stopped her and told her that it was supposed to be worn underneath, so people couldn't see it. Pocahontas thought that was very strange, but she'd tried it and she had to admit that it really was a lot more comfortable that way. She had guessed the panties went underneath too.
She wasn't used to having a lot of choice in clothes, but she had taken a while to decide what to wear to meet Stefan Salvatore. In the end, she decided to wear the skirt, in case she wanted to walk in the water of the ocean like she had done in the rivers at home. She'd pulled on a tee shirt the same colour as the red summer berries that used to grow near the village at home and pulled a comb through her hair to try to tame it a little. She was nervous about meeting the white man, but he had been kind to her, in words. And John Smith had shown her that not all pale faced people were demons. She missed him...
Pocahontas made her way down through the building, still marveling over just how tall it was. She thought it must be taller than the tallest tree in the forest at home. She didn't understand how the people here made it stay upright and strong, but she did like being up high so she could look out over the city from her wind doe. Still, when she stepped through the doors of the building, she was immediately glad to be outside again. She missed the fresh air of home. Everything here was so artificial.
She didn't know where Stefan Salvatore would be, so she waited by the doors, looking around her at the strange paved street, watching people passing by. The people here fascinated her, but she missed home, more than she ever thought she would. She'd wanted adventure, but now she had it, she wished she could feel safe again. Still, she would rise to the challenge and do her people proud. She would prove to these pale faces that she was not a savage and could live her just as well as any of them could.