This time I answered his question quickly, giving him a serious answer to the first one- "As a matter of fact I am." Arya had been nothing but kind, even when bandaging him up he hadn't hollered or yelped, nor had he yelled at me for hurting him a bit like my brothers or sisters would have; even if they knew I hadn't meant to do it. No, Arya hadn't been what I expected at all, in fact he was down right pleasant.
Feeling slightly bad for being so hesitant of him I took a chance and sat beside him, however I did keep a decent distance from him still- old habits died hard. Sighing softly I thought about his second question, feeling his eyes on me and slightly shying away from meeting his gaze. After thinking about it for a moment I looked from my hands to the fire. "Well. . .I suppose you have no reason to hate me, I mean, we did save each other. It's just that, well, I've been taught that you indians are a right evil sort." Turning to him I gave him a serious look. "I know it ain't real right to judge ya, but in my defence you do seem a bit imtimadating." My father had always told me about indians being savage beings who cut off people's scalps and lots of other horrible things, and while he did seem like a good killer he didn't seem to be an evil man. . .It was hard to decide whether he was good or bad, and I wasn't sure I felt completely trusting, but I did feel a bit safer with him than with the men at the camp.
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Arya listened to her words then sighed softly to himself. “Why do people think we are evil? I mean seriously.” That statement made him a little mad as he got up from the ground, just as she had sat down so he was towering over her. He then shook his head while walking over to the horse and untying it from the tree. He jumped on its back and kept silent while the horse galloped a little bit.
He wandered through the woods as his ears twitched, hearing twigs snapping, which wasn’t under him but a far distance away. He stopped the horse as he jumped down from it and walked towards the nearby trees, peeking through them as he heard voices whispering. “We find the Indian and kill him. Find the girl, we beat her and other things then kill her, as well. Got it?” The men nodded and cheered as they all moved out. Arya eyes widen as he ran back towards his horse, immediately jumping on its back and grasping the reigns, yelling and hitting the horse on the sides.
He made it back to the camp and saw the girl still there as he yelled towards her. “Get up! Get on your horse!” He jumped down from his horse, landing on his feet, bending his knees as well. He threw dirt on the fire, making sure it was out as he made sure Scarlet was on her horse, before getting back on his and not saying anything further as he rode off into the night. “I’ll have to explain later. He have to get to safety. Got it?”
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His sudden anger startled me a bit, since it had only been a few minutes ago he was rather open and even kinda friendly. Getting on his horse I worried that he was running away from me, leaving me to fend for myself, so once he was gone I started to stare into the fire, trying to think of what to do now.
There might have been a town not to far from here. Or maybe, just maybe, if I could figure out where the border was exactly then I might possibly find help- how well could I trust a southern person anyways?
Sighing softly I looked up when I heard the sudden galloping towards me. It was Arya, but he seemed so frantic, frantic enough for me not to want to ask questions but just listen to what he told me to do. Jumping up I untied Ink, jumping on his back as Arya finished putting out the fire.
Riding quickly I kept glancing back, trying to at least get a sense of what was wrong. Though I had a good idea of what it was I didn't wan't to make sure my theory was right, so I kept Ink running as quickly as he could- so quick he seemed to be flying.