Killer_Kiwi_XD
The old woman and Mihewi were very happy to spend some quiet time with Elias. The younger woman was pleased to hear Elias' want to help with the children. In fact she almost bounced out of her seat with joy. Sani was quiet and rocked while working something with her fingers. Beads and feathers it seemed. When dusk started settling in the bread was done and the children got a snack after a long day of playing. After that Mihewi herded them away promising to come back after the wedding night/day at some point. Sani however spent a little more time there, rocking and working.
"Hmm... Do you sing?" she asked finally stopping her rocking and smoothing out what she had been working on. "I think it would be pretty if you sang. You'd have a lovely voice to soothe a babe," she said thoughtfully and waved him over. "Monchansai. That is your new name. So for you 'White Feather', a gift from your grandmother," she took the longest part of his hair in the front and braided it with a steady hand, looping leather and beading around it, at the end was a soft, pure white feather. The beads were tiny and intricate making a small pattern of a V now and then with white, black, red, and yellow. "Perfect. All the colors." She let her old hands lightly touch on her work. "It will please Aikita if you wear this to the wedding. It would make this old woman even happier still." Lumbering to her feet and grinning at the boy she chuckled. "When he gets here, welcome him and offer him bread. He'll have been hunting all day, he'd like that my child." Still smiling she walked a slow pace off the porch with a soft farewell.
When Akikta's hunting party returned they had a plethora of food with them. Fish, fowl, dear, boar, anything they could hunt or gather up. The children gathered and squealed in delight as the hunters brandished their catches. Akikta was at the front with his head high and a large deer pelt over his shoulder. He wanted to take it to Elias so he could tan it into anything the other wanted: a blanket, rug, clothing, anything. It was the prize that made his chest swell with pride. His second was the bird he'd caught having taken special care not to bloody the feathers since it had been pure white. Those feathers he'd use to make jewelry for his bride. So pale and white, delicate but surprisingly strong. Taking what he needed from his own catch he grinned at the children and promised stories so he could get by.
The moment he hit his own porch he had to stop and sniff the air. He smelled bread and sweets. Ah, Sani had been by. Small flowers littered around as well, left overs from what the children had dropped. Their left over proof filled Akikta with a small joy to know his bride had not been left all alone today. If he had his way the other male would never be alone and desolate like it seemed he had always been.
Pushing the door open his mouth watered at the strong scent of bread. "Aho, Monchansai, I am back," he called strongly but not loudly enough to startle. Licking his lips and hefting the skin higher on his shoulder he followed his nose to the kitchen. "Mmmm," he sniffed giving off a purring rumble of appreciation.