@graybook ~ ~ The sound of the drums filled the air and Natoma’s lips tugged into a smile. She watched as the dancers used their bodies to bring pride to their people, the Great Spirit, and their ancestors. It was always fun to watch Nashoba dance Grass. He was rather good at it even though he preferred more Traditional. His body moved, his face focused and soon he stopped along with the others. Everyone cheered, even Natoma as her brother walked to her and winked. “Your turn.” Rolling her eyes, Natoma tugged the shawl that was her mother’s close to her. Fancy Shawl was her dance and she loved it more than anything in the entire world. It was a beautiful piece of history, of grace, and the story of a butterfly that was to soar above the rest. The announcer called for the dancers and Natoma walked out. Her heart was racing and her nerves kicked in, glancing around at all of the faces in the audience. The music started, however, and the nervousness left her. Her body began to move in the routine she was comfortable with, knew by heart, and worked so hard on. Her doe eyes trailed along the faces of the crowd and she saw her brother who was talking to another man. Did she know the man? The dance ended and Natoma hurried off as the audience cheered. She went to her backpack, grabbing her water bottle and drinking from it before she heard her brother bringing the gentleman over. “Ah! See that is my sister right there! Beautiful dancer! Natoma! Come meet a new friend.” Natoma turned, a soft blush coloring her cheeks since she was never good at meeting others. “Hello.”