"Sweet Grass"

[Schawnsee 0]

"Sweet grass"

 

 

 

The shuttle door opened and Schawnsee and Angel entered, Angel quickly inventoried their travel luggage and confirmed them to all be present before they departed.

 

The trip to their native lands were relatively unremarkable with the small exception they were finally going home. Seated beside Schawnsee as they peered out the view ports he smiled as the peaceful and happy appearance had returned to her cheeks.

 

"I am so glad to be going home. Have you called ahead to let our families know we are on our way?" Schawnsee says as she looks out the veiwport.

 

Grinning from ear to ear Angel responded..."Of course not, I thought it better to just drop in as a surprise"...the look on Schawnsee's face for a moment spoke volumes for a few seconds until she of course knew better,taking a moment to squeeze his hand,and a faux spanking on it.

 

"I can't wait to see family again and be able to smell the scent of the sweet grasses growing on the plain. Don't forget we will want to bring home some more herbs. The ones from home are so much better than the ones grown in hydroponics." Kat says as she turns back to the window.

 

" Indeed it will be good to feel the Earth beneath our feet again,Strolling through the sweet grass,picking the Sage,and of course the Cedar" Mother has assured me she as well as our cousins have been preparing a "carry back pack" of the various herbs,teas,medicinal roots etc. for us. I only hope it has not been so long you and I may have forgotten the way to dance. After all we are to attend the green corn ceremonies...yes times three while we are there....as well as a open intertribal gathering.

 

 

 

Kat turns back to face her husband of 2 years now. "I may have forgotten some things but dancing is not one of them. I can't wait to get back into the circle. I miss the gatherings and the festivals." She then lays her head over to rest on his arm. "How much longer until we arrive?"

 

 

 

Looking at her resting her head on his arm Angel could sense a bit of her old impish impatience beginning to creep through as if saying "Are we there yet?"..."Well my love judging from our attitude and the land track we seem to be following, I would estimate another ten minutes or so Little one". We will be there in a blink....then I have been told mother and a few of the other women will have charge of you for a few hours, I still say it is just a hens session. All is well though for I am to meet Father and a few uncles for a bit as well.

 

 

 

She lifts her head and looks him in the eyes. "Why are we to be separated?" Then she stops and thinks back to her heritage and smiles. "Never mind, I think I may have an idea. This is going to be the best vacation we have ever had, I think."

 

 

 

Looking back into her eyes.."I bet you do indeed" They probably just want you to tell them of all the fascinating places we have been,our life in the fleet....you know the rampant curiosity that will ensue,Angel paused and smiled," Indeed no doubt the reason as well for my Father to have me join the men as well", No worries ,we will be home,safe and sound for awhile...and I agree this is looking to be the best vacation we have ever had . With that Angel grinned...."With the possible exception of our little trip we had to Risa. "True, The trip to Risa was very memorable."

 

 

 

The shuttle slowed as their approach to the LZ came into view at the Old Oklahoma Station...there visible from the view ports was what appeared to be every member of both their families...The door to the shuttle opened. Angel grabbing their luggage and passing it to the porter that was charged with that job,Thankfully....stepped out onto the ramp with Schawnsee by his side hand in hand, The air was filled with the scent of Cedar,Sage....and the very sweet smell of the burning sweet grass. " It is indeed good to be home Little one".

 

 

 

"It is, Its GOOD to be home." She reaches her other hand and take his arm now hugging it tightly. " We are home indeed," she says as she take a deep breath of the smoldering sweet grasses.