Topic: Girly Girl Night in!

Robyn Granger

Date: 2012-02-09 11:07 EST
The house was cleaned and everything was ready, or as ready as she could think to make it. Shane's friend, Shon'-ge, was there and ready to help. He was a few inches over six feet tall with the long, dark hair that was common in those of Indian decent, he was definitely not hard on the eyes.

"Shon"ge, we have everything ready?" She called to him as she moved through down the hallway from the front door and to the area she had set up for this gathering. Her house was quaint and left little doubt of her skills in the art of tapestry, the floors and walls were tastefully decorated with pieces she had made herself over the years. Most were of historic scenes, as that was another one of her passions, but there were some that were a fanciful array of colors that matched her plain but well made furniture.

Turning into the sitting room which was probably meant to be a formal dining area but she had turned into a place for people to gather and relax she saw he was playing with Tank and she smiled. The big dog was a push over but some people were thrown off by his size, a respectable 205 lbs, at the moment Shon"ge was pushing him over and Tank was playing dead. "Tank, you're supposed to be upstairs with Ammo." She chided softly and giving her a very sad look Tank rose up and started padding toward the stairs.

"Everything is ready Red Robyn." Shon"ge said in that deep, softly accented voice that always made her knees feel a little weak. He moved over to stand near her, one of his wonderfully large hands resting on her shoulder. "Do not worry, little bird, everything will go well. I promised your brother." And she knew that he took those things very seriously.

There was a table lined with food just below the big bay windows, home baked cakes, a vegetable plate, some cheese and meats and a few bowls of crunchy treats. Along the southern wall she had lined up some high stools for people to sit while they were being worked on with mirrors set up in front of them. There were two couches and two recliners in the room as well as some temporary chairs just in case more people showed than she expected.

Near what she was considering the "work area" she had an array of make-up products, some high fashion magazines for ideas and a variety of hair accessories. Shon"ge was moving toward the small bar in the east corner of the room, making sure that he had all the items he would require to serve whatever drink the ladies requested.

She could hear Tank flopping down at the top of the stairs and she smiled. "I think I'm ready!"

Shon"ge gave her a warm smile. "It will go wonderfully, little bird. I am sure.? And hopefully he was using some of his shamanistic powers to make it so!

Shon'ge

Date: 2012-02-11 10:18 EST
He watched Robyn dashing around her house more like a hummingbird than her usual self and focused on not laughing. Making sure he was familiar with what she had behind the bar, and what she did not, inspecting the glasses to insure they were sparkling clean — they were.

"Little bird, you will wear yourself before your guests get here. Come, sit with me and have a drink." He motioned her over and he nearly chuckled as she froze like a deer in headlights. Robyn avoided his gaze, he did not think he ever got to look into her eyes since they had met a good four or five years ago. This caused him stress when he first met Shane's little sister for he made a habit of watching a persons eyes when he spoke to them.

He was brought up in an environment much like what he had read of American Indians, the spiritual aspects bore uncanny similarities. The concept that the eyes were the windows to the soul was ingrained deep and the fact she hid that from him had made him ill-at-ease around her until he spoke to Shane about it. He had laughed long and hard before explained to him that Robyn had a "crush' on him. Shane had another laugh when he had replied that Robyn was far too small to succeed in crushing him. Shane was the first friend Shon"ge had made outside his tribe and the cultural differences and nuances in language stymied him often in the beginning.

Shon"ge motioned to Robyn again. "Come, little bird. If you seem afraid of me what will your friends think?" He was tall, but in this town six foot four inches was an average height. He was solidly built, with a dark complexion, dark hair and eyes as dark as the night sky at the time of the new moon. He would never harm Robyn or anyone she held dear but if someone threatened, he would show the strength of his tribe with a fierceness that few could match.

Slowly she lifted her chin and met his gaze. "I am not afraid of you. You are a gentle wolf."

That caused him pause, not only for what he saw in her gaze, but seeing the knowledge and acceptance in eyes that were the spirit of autumn. "Good, good. Now come, tell me what you want to drink.?