Thread: Vinland (Jokerama og JanÅgeSolstad)

I could sense the caution in your stance. But I watched carefully. I too was analyzing with great detail. Having only heard of endless stories of the sun-haired pale-faces - I could have never imagined any white man would have looked anything like you. It was true. Your skin was cold and your hair uncolored - but something about your foreign appearance was ultimately appealing to me. You were exotic, nonetheless, and I was absolutely infatuated and curious of your existence. As you stripped down your clothing, I did not have the sense of decency to look away. If I wanted to look, I was sure as hell going to look. There's was no sense of shyness, or embarrassment on my part. I stared at you with a straight face, even cracking a smile as I watched you. You were just another near-naked man, nothing new, nothing different. Except for your complexion. Though, my eyes were more interested in your build. But soon, my eyes were guided to the wounds and mark on your back. My smile soon faded. Many clans were cruel, and did not treat these foreign travelers like human beings - but animals. This saddened me. Although I more than anyone new - we were all animals here. As much as I'd like to demonize my enemies, I know that my clan is not any less cruel. More than anything, neither were the whitemen. They had not failed to demonstrate their cruelty. Certainly, we were not so different after all. Watching you dip into the water, I moved from my floor crouching position. I removed by mocassin slippers and left them on the sandy shore. Still relatively low to the ground, I crawled over to a large rock on the shore. The rock was one of many trailing boulders that lead into the river. I stepped on one at a time - barefoot - before I had landed on a large boulder that poked out of the water. I sat perched on the top of it, ensuring my safety from the wetness as I overlooked the scene. My eyes could not stay away from you, though. Soon I found myself staring at you again - my piercing silver eyes peering intently at you. As you approached and gestured towards me, I understood your name. I looked at you curiously, and smiled lightly. Kjartan. I repeated, as I extended my arm to lightly graze my fingers briefly on your chest. I reeled my hand in back to graze my own chest. Liluye. I paused to smile. Extending my arm once more to you, I reiterated. Kjartan... I removed my hand from you and touched my chest again. Liluye. I paused, My name... is Liluye. Slowly, I rose from crouching on the rock, to standing tall on top of it. Towering over you as I looked down at you, I grinned and unpinned my skirt from my hip. The skirt can loose, and I pulled it from my body. Underneath the garment, was a leather and beaded breechcloth . The native-style underwear tied at each edge of the hip, and was used primarily to cover the genitals. And it did... mostly. Tossing the skirt over to another near-by rock, I lowered myself and placed my hand on your shoulder. Kjartan. I repeated. Using your shoulder as support, I lowered myself slowly into the water, which was only about hip-deep. Facing you, I smiled and took your hand in mind. Softly placing your hand on my chest - as if you show you my heartbeat, I repeated. Liluye. Not letting go of your hand, I turned around and held your hand behind me. Follow me. I said as I pulled you slowly deeper into the water. Liluye will show you the way. As I moved foward, my back to you, it became increasingly evident just how little the breechcloth actually covered. Front the front it did a decent job of covering - but from the back, the leather panel barely covered my rear. My plump behind was in clear view, especially as the water pushed the panel further up. I lead you further out into the river further from the shore - although the water was not getting much deeper. I knew these waters inside out. Where to eat, where to drink, and where to step. I continued to grasp on to your hand as I lead right to the edge of the river against the wall of a canyon. I glanced at you from over my shoulder. Follow. I repeated. I pulled you into an opening in the canyon - a wedged space that barely fits two people side by side - which shortly lead to a water-filled cave. Although it was fairly dark - there were just enough opening to allow light to hit the water and create an breath-taking sparkle. There was a sound in the background - it sounded muffled, almost unrecognizable. But as we approached another opening between rocky walls, just out of the dark cave and around the corner - was a scene unlike any other. An oasis of springs - a waterfall that fell from the powerful boulder walls of the canyon. That sound - it was the sound of beating water as the spring flowed from its heights to crash against the stillness of the calm river. OOC The black arrow on the waterfall image is the opening in which Liluye and Kjartan came out from. VOCABULARY Liluye My character's name. Pronounced - Li-lou-yey. Meaning Singing hawk that soars. Moccasin A moccasin is a shoe, made of deerskin or other soft leather, consisting of a sole and sides made of one piece of leather, stitched together at the top, and sometimes with a vamp additional panel of leather. Breechcloth A breechcloth is a long rectangular piece of tanned deerskin, cloth, or animal fur. It is worn between the legs and tucked over a belt, so that the flaps fall down in front and behind. Sometimes it is also called a breechclout, loincloth, skin clout, or just a flap.