Mattaquenatorath || Nakoma and Pocahontas
It wasn't often that Nakoma finished a chore, looked around and realized she had nothing else to do. The moment she stepped out of the house, one of her little sisters would begin to cry, or her little brothers might have torn each other's clothing, or Mother would ask her to help with dinner. Four hands worked faster than two, and so she didn't mind lifting some of her mother's burden onto her own back. Besides, it was all useful work, which she needed to learn sooner or later, anyway. But on a day like today, with no weight on her shoulders, Nakoma felt as if she could fly.
The sun was only beginning to descend from its peak in the sky when she slipped into the woods. It wasn't the surest way of finding Pocahontas - for all Nakoma knew, her best friend was with the settlers - but one thing was for sure: Pocahontas wouldn't be in the village unless she had to be.