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It was a long month, a long month of plowing and planting her beloved sisters. The entire tribe had met in the great longhouse. Dezza was chief, which, in context gave her more responsibility than power, it was difficult to keep things calm. The girls around her had made her head swim, but she tried to keep up and keep any shouting matches to a minimum.
"we can protect ourselves, she doesn't have to" came one "but the spirits have gifted her" came another. The talk was long and went into the night. She knew the shaman who had brought the spirit forth. The old withered stag remained at the back once or twice she could see him looking at her with envy. He wanted her position, he wanted the sisters devoted to him. Moreover he wanted to be vigerious, young, and strong.
She hadn't asked for the spirit to choose her, and as desire swam through her veins she could not bring herself to curse the old stag. Though she had a few choice words for her shadow.
When all was said and done, as father of the tribe, which they would be renamed Greatoak in her honor, the role best suited to her nonsexual talents would that of Guardian. She had always been decent with the bow, and good at spearing fish. But she had the strength to uproot a pine, the eye to hit an elk at a few thousand paces, and a skin impervious to arrows. The last power was discovered much by accident with a bowstring snapping and one of her sister's arrows striking her leg. To no effect.
Guardian as it turned out would suit her.

Her first menace was a Gitaskog, a horned water serpent that had made it's home in one of the nearby streams. The creature would lash out at anything, and had even eaten one of the men about three years ago. It had been feeding well off the game and keeping people from using the game trail.

As she approached the fast stream, warclub in hand. kneeling by the stream for an hour, she remembered the skills she had used fishing.
Then they all became useless... the creature was three times longer than she was tall. Yet thin enough to worm it's way downstream. "Any larger" she thought "and it'll make for the river." if it did that it could strike anywhere without warning. The instinct for self preservation screamed at her to run as the blue horned beast bared it's fangs and struck towards her.
Instead she slammed it's jaw with her club, sending the creature reeling. She was stunned by her strengh. "okay... maybe...I can do this." she re-gripped the club and charged it.
Three hours of running battle along the length of the stream and she finally drove the pointed handle of the club through it's skull. It turns out the poison was useless against her. A handy fact to know

When she dragged the body back to the camp the mood wasn't so much joy, as it was surprise and a new respect. These weren't "her" girls, she was their protector. She was protector of her new sons. As the girls worked to skin the beast, work it's meat and bones into useful tools. For her the medicine woman Toloti made a bow from the long flexible bone of it's spine.







The more you know: The Three Sisters Corn, Squash, and Beans made up the majority of the Abanaki and Iroquois vegetable diet. All three seeds were planted in a single hole so they would grow together, with the Squash preventing weeds, the beans reinforcing the roots as well as feeding nutrients to the other two, and the corn because corn was a high energy food that helped nourish the beans.
here's a recipe: http://www.nativetech.org/recipes/r.....p?recipeid=301