Pacing Back and Forth

[Georgiana Night-Carter]

Georgiana walked around the second floor before coming upon an old classroom. She looked inside and noticed no one in there and so decided it would be the perfect place to be in quietness. Georgiana sat on top of a desk and looked at the ceiling before moving over to the window. She stared out the window wondering what to think about. Turning around she glanced at her guitar lying on the desk she had just been on. She momentarily turned away from it before going over and picking it up. She started a simple melody she remembered from back home on the reservation.

"Voice above,
Voice of Thunder,
Speak from the dark of clouds;
Voice below,
Grasshopper-voice,
Speak from the green of plants;
So may the earth be beautiful." ​

She sung along to her guitar, and in the back of her mind hoped she didn't sound bad.

 

[Blake Kellie]

Blake was exploring the castle. He found he enjoyed the time he had without his sister. He loved her and everything but she was a wimp and he liked exploring. He covered much more ground without her following.

He was on the second floor, checking out the abandoned classrooms, when he heard singing and guitar playing. He followed the sound and eventually found a room containing a singing and playing room. He waited until she had finished before clapping from the doorway. "You're good."

 

[Georgiana Night-Carter]

Georgiana turned around and gave th oy at the doorway a smile. "Thanks, I think it sounds better in Seneca though," she said as she placed her guitar down in her lap. She hopped off the desk and moved over towards the doorand the boy.

"I'm Georgiana Night, one of the many sets of twins there seems to be," she said holding her hand out as she watched her father do many times when he greeted someone. She was glad of the compliment but her cheeks couldn't help but turn red considering the fact she hadn't known someone was watching her.

 

[Blake Kellie]

Blake frowned in confusion. "Seneca?" He had no idea what that word meant or was. He shrugged it off and shook her hand with a grin. "I'm Blake. One of the other sets of twins. Well, sort of anyway." He didn't like describing himself and Aila as twins but it was the simplest way of putting it, even if it wasn't technically true. He really wished there was an easier way to explain their, situation for lack of a better word.

 

[Georgiana Night-Carter]

"Oh, it's a Native American lanuage," she said in reply to his questioning. She smiled as she listened to what else he was saying, she figured he was one of the twins as well. "What do you mean, by sort of?" She asked him, curious to know what he meant by what he said.