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Dakota smiled at the man, “You wear the Iron Star, and you are a warrior for this community. You defend it with good faith and humility. It is a good title for you.”
Dakota watched him, listened to him speak of being lost and nodded. He puffed on his pipe as he thought over some things. “You say you are confused but you always know the path to choose. You are confused over the reasons for taking the path perhaps? For that is much more difficult that following it.”
The indian pointed to a clock on the wall. It was in the shape of a dream catcher with the clock face in the middle of it. “There is a legend among the Lakota about Iktomi, the great trickster and teacher of wisdom. He spoke to a great spiritual leader about good and evil. He said in each time of life there are many forces; some good and some bad. If you listen to the good forces, they will steer you in the right direction. But, if you listen to the bad forces, they will steer you in the wrong direction and may hurt you. So these forces can help or interfere with the harmony of Nature.”
He took another puff, “That is why he made the dreamcatcher. The Spider wove a web in a hoop, telling the leader that all the good ideas, dreams, and visions would be caught in the web so his people could use them. The bad ones will fall through the whole. Perhaps Graham, your web is catching too many bad things and letting the good ones fall through.”
Graham listened respectfully before he sighed. “I don’t know. Things have always been simple for me…but now it’s getting tangled.” he’d always done what Regina wanted…but now he was breaking away and becoming his own man…and it was confusing him.
“And I’m not sure where I’m supposed to go…and the Mayor is angry at me and threatening my job. More then that she’s threatening the only people that I care about—she’s threatening to bring harm to them.”
“Graham, you are a warrior for this town. You must defend it even from attacks that come from within. It is your job,” he said softly as he heard the man’s pain and fear for his loved ones. “You have others to aid you, if you will ask.”
Dakota knew the Mayor had become quite harsh and abrasive in the last few weeks and others in the town were not happy about it. If Graham needed back up he had people to go to. “Have you asked anyone for help?”
Dakota nodded with a smile. She was willing to listen to her story, he wondered if she could understand it. He did not, he did not need to for it was not his story. He was merely telling it. He took out a large round drum and set it before Aaya. The girl took out a beating stick and began to drum a slow beat, one she had been taught to play during story telling. Her father said story telling was like singing, it needed a rhythm to move properly. That is why they played music during it.
“This is the tale,” he said in his soft deep voice, “of the Legend of Prairie Rose.”
He threw something from his pocket into the fire. The flames leapt and even changed color a few times. Little sparkles flew out, snapping in the air like little fire crackers. Again Dakota began to speak.
“
Long, long ago, when the world was young and the people had not come out yet, no flowers bloomed on the prairie. Only grasses and dull greenish gray shrubs grew there. Earth felt very sad because her robe lacked brightness and beauty.
“I have many beautiful flowers in my heart,”Earth said to herself. “I wish they were on my robe. Blue flowers like the clear sky in fair weather, white flowers like the snow of winter, brilliant yellow ones like the sun at midday, pink ones like the dawn of a springs day…all these are in my heart. I am sad when I look on my dull robe, all gray and brown.”
A sweet little pink flower heard Earths sad talking. “Do not be sad, Mother Earth, I will go upon your robe and beautify it.”
So the little pink flower came up from the heart of the Mother Earth to beautify the prairies. But when the Wind Demon saw her, he growled,”I will not have that pretty flower on my playground.” He rushed at her, shouting and roaring, and blew out her life. But her spirit returned to the heart of Mother Earth.
When other flowers gained courage to go forth, one after another, Wind Demon killed them also…and their spirit returned to the heart of Mother Earth.
At last Prairie Rose offered to go. “Yes, sweet child,”said Mother Earth,”I will let you go. You are very lovely and your breath so fragrant that surely the Wind Demon will be charmed by you. Surely he will let you stay on the prairie.”
So Prairie Rose made the long journey up the dark ground and came out on the drab prairie. As she went Mother Earth said in her heart. Oh, I do hope that Wind Demon will let her live.”
When Wind Demon saw her, he rushed towards her, shouting”She is pretty, but I will not allow her on my playground. I will blow out her life.” So he rushed on, roaring and drawing his breath in strong guests. As he came closer, he caught the fragrance of Prairie Rose. “Oh…how sweet!, he said to himself, “I do not have it in my heart to blow out the life of such a beautiful maiden with so sweet a breath. She must stay here with me. I must make my voice gentle and I must sing sweet songs. I must not frighten her away with my awful noise.”
So Wind Demon changed. He became quiet. He sent breezes over the prairie grasses. He whispered and hummed little songs of gladness. He no longer was a demon.
The other flowers came up from the heart of the Mother Earth, up through the dark ground. They made her robe the prairie, bright and joyous. Even Wind came to love the blossoms growing among the grasses of the prairie. And so the robe of Mother Earth became beautiful because of the loveliness, the sweetness and the courage of the Prairie Rose.
Sometimes Wind forgets his gentle songs and becomes loud and noisy, but his loudness does not last long and he does not harm a person whose robe is the color of Prairie Rose.”
He looked to the woman. “That, Miss Belle, is your story.”
Belle stared wide-eyed and in wonderment at her story. “What does it mean?” she asked, she had some sort of an idea of what it could mean, which each part of the story stood for but she just couldn’t be sure.
Dakota just grinned as he puffed on his pipe. He looked at the woman as she asked her question, “That is for you to decide Miss Belle. As I said, I am here to tell your story. Take the story into your heart and look for the answers. They will be revealed to you.”
“Good evening Storybrooke!”
“Oh wow, which side of the woods? If it’s near our shop you should come to the Story Circle during the next full moon,” she smiled at the woman. “And school’s ok, I prefered the summer when me and the guys could just run around. Half the time they skip school so I don’t see them as much.”
“I think it is near your shop actually, and thanks for invite but I might let the wolf again just for a night. I mean she hasn’t been loose for a while now, and I feel bad for her” She smiled “Awe, that’s sucks. I think most people prefer summer anyway but on the weekends you can still see them right?”
Aaya wasn’t sure what she meant about the wolf, maybe she had a cute pet! She would ask her father if they could have a wolf cub mabye. “Yeah I see them on the weekends, sometimes after school. But they always go have fun without me,” she sighed a bit, “Just because I’m a girl.”
Ruby realized what she said after the fact, but when Aya didn’t press the matter she dropped it. Maybe she’d forget about it, or just think she was talking about a pet or something. “You just need to remind them how fun you can be” She smirked “Just because your a girl doesn’t mean you can’t have fun with the boys”
“Really? How can you show boys that you are fun so they want to play with you?” Aaya asked rather innocently. She had no clue what she was asking.
“Well that depends, what do they like doing?” She tried not to laugh at the way the question came out, and knew Aaya didn’t mean it, but from her experience it was a rather funny question to ask her.
“Well,” she thought quietly, “Pilot likes going on adventures. Justin likes playing guitar. Castel is always doing something with his phone. Not too sure about the others. They like going on adventures with Pilot.” She pouted a bit, “And they are always taking Willow too.”
“Oh please, you’re way funner then Willow” Ruby grinned “Go on adventures with them, or sing while Justin plays guitar, because I know can. There’s a lot of things you can get involved in with them, you just have to stick up for yourself”
Aaya smiled, glad that an older girl like Ruby thougth she was more awesome than Willow. That made her great in Aaya’s book. “Ok Ruby, I will! I’ll show those boys I know adventure!” She took the wrapped up pie and tarts, “Thanks again! Dad will love these!” she said as she ran out of the shop waving.
“Good evening Storybrooke!”
“Oh wow, which side of the woods? If it’s near our shop you should come to the Story Circle during the next full moon,” she smiled at the woman. “And school’s ok, I prefered the summer when me and the guys could just run around. Half the time they skip school so I don’t see them as much.”
“I think it is near your shop actually, and thanks for invite but I might let the wolf again just for a night. I mean she hasn’t been loose for a while now, and I feel bad for her” She smiled “Awe, that’s sucks. I think most people prefer summer anyway but on the weekends you can still see them right?”
Aaya wasn’t sure what she meant about the wolf, maybe she had a cute pet! She would ask her father if they could have a wolf cub mabye. “Yeah I see them on the weekends, sometimes after school. But they always go have fun without me,” she sighed a bit, “Just because I’m a girl.”
Ruby realized what she said after the fact, but when Aya didn’t press the matter she dropped it. Maybe she’d forget about it, or just think she was talking about a pet or something. “You just need to remind them how fun you can be” She smirked “Just because your a girl doesn’t mean you can’t have fun with the boys”
“Really? How can you show boys that you are fun so they want to play with you?” Aaya asked rather innocently. She had no clue what she was asking.
“Well that depends, what do they like doing?” She tried not to laugh at the way the question came out, and knew Aaya didn’t mean it, but from her experience it was a rather funny question to ask her.
“Well,” she thought quietly, “Pilot likes going on adventures. Justin likes playing guitar. Castel is always doing something with his phone. Not too sure about the others. They like going on adventures with Pilot.” She pouted a bit, “And they are always taking Willow too.”
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Dakota smiled at the man, “You wear the Iron Star, and you are a warrior for this community. You defend it with good faith and humility. It is a good title for you.”
Dakota watched him, listened to him speak of being lost and nodded. He puffed on his pipe as he thought over some things. “You say you are confused but you always know the path to choose. You are confused over the reasons for taking the path perhaps? For that is much more difficult that following it.”
The indian pointed to a clock on the wall. It was in the shape of a dream catcher with the clock face in the middle of it. “There is a legend among the Lakota about Iktomi, the great trickster and teacher of wisdom. He spoke to a great spiritual leader about good and evil. He said in each time of life there are many forces; some good and some bad. If you listen to the good forces, they will steer you in the right direction. But, if you listen to the bad forces, they will steer you in the wrong direction and may hurt you. So these forces can help or interfere with the harmony of Nature.”
He took another puff, “That is why he made the dreamcatcher. The Spider wove a web in a hoop, telling the leader that all the good ideas, dreams, and visions would be caught in the web so his people could use them. The bad ones will fall through the whole. Perhaps Graham, your web is catching too many bad things and letting the good ones fall through.”
“Good evening Storybrooke!”
“Oh wow, which side of the woods? If it’s near our shop you should come to the Story Circle during the next full moon,” she smiled at the woman. “And school’s ok, I prefered the summer when me and the guys could just run around. Half the time they skip school so I don’t see them as much.”
“I think it is near your shop actually, and thanks for invite but I might let the wolf again just for a night. I mean she hasn’t been loose for a while now, and I feel bad for her” She smiled “Awe, that’s sucks. I think most people prefer summer anyway but on the weekends you can still see them right?”
Aaya wasn’t sure what she meant about the wolf, maybe she had a cute pet! She would ask her father if they could have a wolf cub mabye. “Yeah I see them on the weekends, sometimes after school. But they always go have fun without me,” she sighed a bit, “Just because I’m a girl.”
Ruby realized what she said after the fact, but when Aya didn’t press the matter she dropped it. Maybe she’d forget about it, or just think she was talking about a pet or something. “You just need to remind them how fun you can be” She smirked “Just because your a girl doesn’t mean you can’t have fun with the boys”
“Really? How can you show boys that you are fun so they want to play with you?” Aaya asked rather innocently. She had no clue what she was asking.
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“Well Dad can explain it better. Maybe sometime you should come by when you are off duty. He’s always willing to talk,” she smiled at the man. He looked like he needed some spiritual guidance and Aaya always thought her father was good at such things. He often told her he did not solve people’s problems, he put them on the path so they could solve it themselves. “Don’t worry, I won’t be around. If anything I’ll go hang out with Nuni Hoksila, at least that’s what my father calls the boys.”
Aaya listened to Graham describe the woman, though it didn’t help. Maybe she’d see her on her next shopping trip. Or at least if she came to the shop for a clock or repair. She nodded as they began to approach her home. It was a log cabin motiff despite being a regular modern building. It had several buckskins and Lakota decorations on the outside. The sign above read “Time of the Great Spirit”.
“Come on in, we can set the stuff down in the workshop so dad can get to it,” she unlocked the door and walked inside.
He chuckled quietly, debating if he should take her father up on that. Maybe some guidance would help him…anything had to be better the shuffling around in the dark like he was doing.”Maybe I’ll drop by and see him…” he said vaguely after a few minutes of thought. “You did say the other day that he could use some visitors that weren’t coming about clocks.”
He followed her inside, glancing around as he did so. This place…interested him. Maybe it’s because he’d never been a hand with technology…or he wasn’t fond of how automated this world was but there as something comforting about clocks ticking and things being made by hand.
He placed the two bags on the first open space he found, glancing around. If her father was making a clock he thought the man would be in the workshop somewhere.
And Graham was right; sitting at a work bench with some magnifying glasses on was Aaya’s father, Dakota. Before him sat the open back of a clock, all the springs and cogs laying around him as he slowly put them in the right order. Near him was a beautifully hand carved holder for said clock. It had a beautiful woman’s face carved on it, her long hair flowing down towards the bottom while her face looked up towards the hole where the clock would good. She had one of the wide bead necklaces Aaya sometimes wore around her neck. She almost looked real.
He didn’t look up when the door opened but he heard two distinct foot steps. One was his dear daughter, who kissed his cheek as she came to put the wood down. “You bring a friend Aaya? One of the Nuni Hoksila?”
“No dad, it’s Sherrif Graham,” she said softly as she went to get one of the bags Graham had laid down. She quickly went about putting parts in their respective homes. Everything had a drawer, a box, or a basket that it sat in for when Dakota needed a piece. Carving tools hung on a wall near another table that was covered in wood shavings. The inside of the shop was moderately filled with clocks of all kinds. Regular coo-coo clocks, more formal modern clocks, then the specialty clocks Dakota was known for building.
“Good Afternoon Sherrif,” the man said in his soft deep voice. He looked up, his dark brown eyes magnified by his special glasses; he needed them to see the small springs in the clocks. “Everything alright?”
Graham had spotted the older man at his desk and smiled at him, nodding his head in greeting. “I was just helping Aaya get all of her things home—she had her hands full with the bags of parts.” He explained in a friendly manner.
Then he studied the clock that the man was making. “Is that someone in particular, the woman?”
“Ah thank you,” the man stood and removed the glasses. He sat them down next to the open clock. “Yes I told her it might be too much and to just get what she could carry. Ah, but what can you tell the young. She will not even ask the Nuni Hosila, even though I’m sure they would give her their stregth,” he smiled at his daughter who made a face at him as she walked by but still smiled. He just chuckled, his sweet flower. When asked about the carving he looked over with a smile.
“Ah no, no one I know at least. Her face appeared in a dream and the Great Spirit told me she is a sign of a new time. So I thought it best to put her on a clock,” he chuckled and walked over to Graham. He was shorter than the sherrif but stouter in build, a man who still chopped the wood for his furnace and gathered plants from the forest. He looked into Graham’s eyes, the gaze intense but not threatening.
“Aaya, why don’t you put some tea on,” he spoke to his daughter. She nodded and went up the stairs to their small home and began to prepare some tea. Dakota motioned Graham to a small couch in the main room, he took a seat in a rocking chair near by. “Sherrif, you look…..troubled. If you don’t mind me saying.”
Graham came over to the clock, studying the face intently. She looked like Emma. He reached over and gently touched the face, running his finger over the features. Then he came to himself and pulled his hand away, flushing red.
“Sorry sir…she…just looks familiar.” He confused.
He should get back to work…but Emma was on…he could leave things in her hands for a while. “I can stay…” He agreed slowly, studying the man before he confessed. “I guess I am a bit troubled.”
Dakota watched as the man reached out to touch the woman carved onto the clock, recognition flitting across his eyes. He seemed to know the woman shown in his dreams, this warrior who’s time had come. Perhaps he is the one to give it to herhe thought softly. Rocking back in his seat he lit up a small hand carved pipe, the tobacco sweet rather than the harsh ones from cigarettes.
“My ears are open to hear your trouble, my eyes are open to see the pain it causes you, and my heart is open to help you however I can,” he said softly. Aaya came down a minute later with the tea, two cups, and some sliced cheese and bread. She set it down on the small table infront of the couch. “Thank you Aaya, that is good,” he said.
Aaya nodded and immediately turned around and went back upstairs. That tone was his silent way of telling her the adults needed to talk. She would continue to make snacks for the boys when they came. Dakota looked back to Graham, “What troubles the Iron Star Warrior?”
“Good evening Storybrooke!”
“Thanks! Aww you’re awesome Ruby! I’ll just take two. Don’t want Sitting Bull to weight as much as one!” she giggled.
Ruby chuckled lightly “It’s not a problem at all. Besides Granny wouldn’t want me to charge some of her best customers for them”
“So how have you been Ruby? I don’t see much of you with school starting,” she pulled out the money for the pie at least and waited. “Also how’s Grannie?”
Ruby took the money and handed Aya her change “I’ve been really well actually. so has Granny. I moved out though, I live in a cabin in the woods now” She smiled “How’s school going?”
“Oh wow, which side of the woods? If it’s near our shop you should come to the Story Circle during the next full moon,” she smiled at the woman. “And school’s ok, I prefered the summer when me and the guys could just run around. Half the time they skip school so I don’t see them as much.”
“I think it is near your shop actually, and thanks for invite but I might let the wolf again just for a night. I mean she hasn’t been loose for a while now, and I feel bad for her” She smiled “Awe, that’s sucks. I think most people prefer summer anyway but on the weekends you can still see them right?”
Aaya wasn’t sure what she meant about the wolf, maybe she had a cute pet! She would ask her father if they could have a wolf cub mabye. “Yeah I see them on the weekends, sometimes after school. But they always go have fun without me,” she sighed a bit, “Just because I’m a girl.”
“Good evening Storybrooke!”
“Thanks! Aww you’re awesome Ruby! I’ll just take two. Don’t want Sitting Bull to weight as much as one!” she giggled.
Ruby chuckled lightly “It’s not a problem at all. Besides Granny wouldn’t want me to charge some of her best customers for them”
“So how have you been Ruby? I don’t see much of you with school starting,” she pulled out the money for the pie at least and waited. “Also how’s Grannie?”
Ruby took the money and handed Aya her change “I’ve been really well actually. so has Granny. I moved out though, I live in a cabin in the woods now” She smiled “How’s school going?”
“Oh wow, which side of the woods? If it’s near our shop you should come to the Story Circle during the next full moon,” she smiled at the woman. “And school’s ok, I prefered the summer when me and the guys could just run around. Half the time they skip school so I don’t see them as much.”
“Good evening Storybrooke!”
“Hi Miss Ruby,” the native american girl smiled as she walked into the cafe. She was stopping by to get something for her family.
“Hey! What can I get you?” Ruby grinned happily at the girl.
“Can I get a whole pecan pie? Also dad asked if Grannie had made any tarts?”
“You sure can! And yes she did, how many do you want? There on the house”
“Thanks! Aww you’re awesome Ruby! I’ll just take two. Don’t want Sitting Bull to weight as much as one!” she giggled.
Ruby chuckled lightly “It’s not a problem at all. Besides Granny wouldn’t want me to charge some of her best customers for them”
“So how have you been Ruby? I don’t see much of you with school starting,” she pulled out the money for the pie at least and waited. “Also how’s Grannie?”
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