She comes, riding upon her white and black spotted steed, with feathers entwined in long pale mane and a quiver strapped to her back filled to the brim with hand-crafted arrows. But Tiger Lily does not find HIM a threat, no matter who his father may be, or the fact that he shares the greedy man’s fiery red locks, burning amber. There is something special between her and James, something that cannot be ignored. She knows he is not like his brute of a father, a man who wishes to conquer all of the island for himself. He is different.
The arrows are for hunting --- Tiger Lily is one of the best hunters that the Neverlandian Kanien'keha:ka possess, with good reflexes, and agility. She and her people are generally non-violent, not living up to their false reputation, and the sheer offensiveness of Hook’s dubbing, calling them ‘savages’. From her first meeting with James, Tiger Lily has always wanted to make it plain: that their divisions come from his father’s lack of knowledge. The earth is not a dead thing, ready to be claimed as Hook thought. She knew every life, every spirit, every name of every creature that inhabits the island. If he walked the footsteps of one of these strangers --- why, he’d learn more in one day than the entire of his years spent in the non-aging land. The wonders of Neverland sat not in her dirt, but within the lives of all that thrived upon her surface.
“Kwehkwe, James.” Skennen'kó:wa ‘s hooves halt, and she slides off his back gracefully, landing with a small thud on both feet. A slim hand pats the horse’s neck, and the beast shifts to begin nibbling at the long grass as Tiger Lily approaches her company. “You are looking well.” Though she speaks to him as an old friend, a trusted companion, he is much more to the princess.
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