<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/elfi9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Oyohusa Adawehi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898522#msg5898522)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>County Road 923 heading into Reedland, Utah<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The native stands as if he but a statue the only movement is his slow steady breathing, the feather in his hat and the one fastened to his hair fluttering in the slight breeze, and his eyes as they watch the young woman awaken. He sees but does not react at to her momentary look of disdain that cross her pretty sun kissed face. As she moves she reminds him even more of the woman he had loved and lost. As she looks him over than back up the road he simply stands patiently waiting her reply with his dark troubled eyes never leaving her. When her gaze returns to him and she smirks he still does not react. He his face remains completely devoid of any emotion, clearly he is a patient man and in no hurry.<br/><br/>When the tanned dark haired beauty jumps down from the hood of the rusted old truck the man’s eyes just continue to follow her. When she requests his name claiming that no man can touch her equipment without first giving his name he does incline his head slightly to with a movement so minor it could hardly even be considered a nod. The shaft of his spear however quickly moves from his right hand to his left when her hand is extended to him. His hand shake is firm and quick just like he would have done if shaking hands with a man. ”Oyohusa Adawehi.” With that out of the way sealing the agreement he moves around her to the front of the truck.<br/><br/>The staff is placed on the ground next to the pickup and the backpack is removed and placed leaning against the bumper. As Oyohusa opens the hood he start to chant very quietly in the language of his Cherokee ancestors. He is calling on not his totem, Wolf, this time but instead the spirit of the great stallion. Without pausing in his chanting he bends down to open his pack once the hood is raised. Instead of pulling out any sort of tools he digs out a small leather pouch. He dumps a small amount of a black powder into the palm of his left hand then returns the pouch to his pack. He then pauses in his chanting just long enough to put a few drops of his saliva in his palm with the powder. Resuming his chanting he mixes the two together until has a small amount of a thick black paste in his hand. Using the middle finger of his right hand to collect some of the paste and then draws a crude shape of a running horse on the air filter cover of the old engine. Throughout this process he has been calling on the great stallion to grant this vehicle a measure of the spirit’s speed and strength. He uses all of the paste to mark the engine leaving only a blackened finger tip and a spot on his left palm.<br/><br/>Oyohusa closes the hood of the pickup and pulls a cloth from his pack and wipes the black marks from his hands. Without looking back at the girl he returns the cloth to his pack and closes it back up. He then picks up the pack and his staff and walks around the passenger side of the truck to place both in the bed. He has the utmost confidence that his magic will work to get the truck moving and thus climbs into the cab and sets in the passenger seat. The powder he used he knows will only survive a short time once the engine heats up and once it is gone it will die again. He did this on purpose because too much use of magic would eventually completely destroy the motor. Once in the vehicle he turns to look at the driver through the windshield waiting for her to get in and keep her part of the deal.