What the people did not know was that Sky was a fighter. Every day she fought fear and hopelessness, and she was refusing to give up, which means in a sense, she was victorious. She was afraid people would not like her, or that they would perceive her intentions in some wrong way, even people she had known all her life. She was also afraid she would never be married, or have children. She was afraid of a lot of things, but she always fought a brave and courageous battle.
This time of year was especially difficult, because of being inside all the time. The people had blessed her with her own lodge, so she would not have to live with her younger brother Bear Dancer, and his wife. They were married not long ago, and she knew they needed the privacy. The loneliness was intense though, and she struggled with the idea that it would always be this way.
Every night she battled the horrible monster of fear in her dreams. Usually it looked something like a wolf, with huge fangs, but she knew it was fear attacking her. The good thing was, these battles at night always resulted in her winning. She would dream of killing the thing with either her knife, or a lance. In most of the dreams, she was outside and the thing would come running at her. Even when the thing bit her or wounded her, while they were fighting in the snow, she fought hard and won.
But the nightmares were less now, and she knew that. She knew at least some of it had to do with Wild Horse. He seemed to be giving her confidence, confidence in herself. How did that happen? The fear about marriage was changing into a sense of hopefulness, due to Wild Horse being in the village. She wasn’t giving her heart away though, at least not yet. He kept smiling at her and talking to her! This terrified her, and thrilled her at the same. Was it fair to say that this fear was losing its grip? Yes, it was! She smiled more often, instead of running from people.
She did want to get rid of the monster though, once and for all, but did not know how. One daywhile praying, she had the idea that she should talk to Cricket in the Meadow, in order to get the motherly advice she needed. Cricket in the Meadow, was more than happy to visit with her. They did not smoke the pipe, but they sang songs instead, and some that Sky did not know. They were ancient songs asking the Creator for help. Cricket in the Meadow said most of the songs came from her Grandmother’s Grandmother.
Over the next few days and weeks they spent a lot of time together. Cricket in the Meadow even privately contemplated asking Sky if she could live with her, but she waited to ask. Living with Spotted Bull and his family was a challenge at times. The couple were in the prime of their married life, and the children were so loud!
One sunny but cold afternoon, when they were together, Sky shared about her bad dreams, about always winning, and the fact that they were less now. “Do you think a person can help another person to have confidence and remove fear?” Cricket in the Meadow stirred the fire, and calmly said, “Sure, love can do that.” Sky was horrified, “But I don’t love him!”, she stammered, looking for more words. Cricket in the Meadow matter of factly responded with, “No, but I think he has given his heart away, and you have it now”. Sky was speechless.
Prairie Flower was not blind to her son’s attraction to Sky. Wild Horse was different now, ever since he had sought a vision. He had matured. She liked the idea of the two of them as a couple, it made a lot of sense, in a number of ways. And like any good mother, she would help them in any way she could! She decided to spend more time with the young lady.
On the other side of the village, Bluebird was having more dreams about babies. She was not sure if she was expecting yet, but there was one thing for sure, she and Thunder Speaking smiled a lot. Love was like that, and everybody knew it.
Sky is an amazing person! We will see more of her in the future. There will also be some contemporary microfiction coming up, and I have decided to add a weekly feature of music, probably each weekend. Thanks for reading!
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