Looking for Adventure
Pocahontas's head bounced up on top of the bush she was hiding behind. She was carefully making sure no one was around before standing up quietly and tiptoeing towards the deeper forest, where no one would be able to see her anymore. She just needed one day off to relax, or, well, not stress about everything. Ever since John Smith had left, she had been looked upon with a new respect by both her brothers and the Englishmen, so she had become the new mediator between the two groups. Her life had changed because of this, no longer being enveloped by the carefree joy that seemed to be there everyday before. Relax was simply not the word that described what she wanted to do that day.
However, she knew that if spotted her chances of finding adventure would be below zero, so she dedicated all her strengths to getting out unseen. Every now and then, Pocahontas stopped to enjoy the wonders of nature she had missed so much lately. When she got to the river, she kneeled down to drink, but perked her head up when she heard something. Listening closely, she noticed a small buzzing that was now approaching her left ear, and smiled fondly.
"Hello, Flit." She whispered to the hummingbird that was now in front of her. Somehow, it seemed to look in a reprimanding way at her. "I know, I should be going to meetings, but you have to understand I need at least one day off -"
Her statement was cut off when she turned her head abruptly, following a sound behind her. She really hoped it was not someone that would send her back, but took the precaution of hiding in the more shadowy part of the area.
Who are you? She thought, just when the stranger seemed ready to enter her viewing range.