Huyana, age 17<br/>m<a class="postlink" href="http://animals.desktopnexus.com/wallpaper/389297">http://animals.desktopnexus.com/wallpaper/389297</a>m<br/><br/>The morning sun painted the canvas of the sky as birds heralded in the morning. It was going to be a cloudless day, or so predicted a young woman as she gazed into the sky. A soft whickering nearby turned her attention to the powerful stallion by her side. His dark brown coat was interupted by splatters of white, and his mane and tail were decorated with feathers. He tossed his head and pawed at the ground, anxious to get home to red apples and sweet grass. The young woman laughed merrily as her dark eyes twinkled.<br/><br/><"Alright Cheveyo, you win,"> she gave in mockingly. The stallion snorted, then whinnied when she leapt onto his high back. He didn't need any encouragement to get home, that was for sure. His hooves danced along the ground as her heart soared. It did not take the duo long to reach their destination: The village tribe at their summer home. Leading Cheveyo with her legs, she angled him below the apple tree heavy with fruit. She picked two - one for Cheyevo and one for herself - and gave Cheveyo his before sending him off to play with the other horses in the field. With the apple crunching in her mouth, she made her way to her father's teepee to finish tanning the hides from yesterday's hunting. She took the hides outside and was greeted by name.<br/><br/><"Huyana! Huyana, it's good to see you up early!"> called a woman whose hair was streaked with grey. Huyana waved back to her.<br/><br/><"Good morning to you too, Snana. I went out to listen to the Great Spirit, since It wouldn't let me sleep,"> she joked good naturedly. Snana scowled at her, then chuckled.<br/><br/><"It is no use, you are too stubborn to change. Your mother was just as stubborn,"> Snana said reminicently. Huyana looked at her with wide eyes. All she remembered of her mother was soft hands and a lullaby, before she died that is. Snana shook her head at Huyana's unspoken question.<br/><br/><"No Huyana, your mother is with the Great Spirit now. You have finished being sad, now you must be happy and get on your work! Your father will be coming to see you are tanning the hide, rather than talking idly with an old woman."> With that question still burning on her lips, Huyana scraped the hair off of the hides. Who was her mother? And why did she die?