Date: Wed, 2 Jul 1997 09:09:59 -0700 (PDT)
Subj: [Matoaka] Wondering and Wandering

>After shooting an arrow between Benjamin's legs and seeing Louis'
>humanitarian display by putting himself _next_ to Benjamin, Matoaka heard
>the commotion and quickly turned her attention to the beach fearing for
>Charles' life and forgetting about the two cowards.  She aimed at the
>lieutenant closest to Charles, but stopped short of firing when their army
>motioned to impale them.   Matoaka jumped off the tree staying alert.
>
>To GM:
More later when the bunch gets more action in :)

Matoaka assessed the situation, everyone seemed fairly comfortable with the
situation:  no apparent threats.  Expressionless, she slowly put her bow
across her back and looked in Charles direction, then Benjamin and Louis,
then one by one to anyone of the group.  Lastly, her eyes stopped on Shaw's
figure.  A hint of sadness crossed her face.  She looked away from the
village and the river, out into the unknown, and paused at length, drowned
in thoughts, oblivious of her surroundings.  Her head moved once more, as
if awakening from a bad dream, she looked at the village and started toward
her hut.  She entered it and sat on her litter looking at her few
possessions, touching them with great care, closing her eyes occasionally.
She took her wooden paint bowl, glad she had left it in the hut before her
being murdered, and rested staring at the ceiling, a tear hanging at the
corner of her eye.

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