<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/55/David_Wolf.jpg)</div>It was odd, but despite appearances he seemed to have closer ties to the Anglo than the Native girl. The Cherokee shared common roots with the Seminole, and he knew their stories well.  Last year he'd done Green Corn Ceremony with some Cherokee down from Tennessee.  "I'm familiar."  He replied dryly.  "I'm a scion of...  Some Chinese god I'd never heard of before last month."  He was still having problems accepting that he wasn't Native, and that his real father was a god, and that gods were real and walking among men. "Nezha, if that means anything to you - apparently he's a warrior and a trickster."<br/><br/>He looked up at the clock, three seemed a long time away.  "We got some time to kill, and I'm not even hungry."  He might have overdone the free buffet earlier, as he was normally always at least a little hungry.  "Want to go check out the sports complex?"  He directed the question more to the Native girl than to the admittedly stunning blonde.  He didn't know a lot about Coyote - or Kickaha did she say?  He was mostly common to the western Native traditions and not a god of the Seminole.  "Loki, I know."  He made small talk, "and Br'er of course, I only know Kickaha by reputation."<br/><br/>