[Delilah: Open Post] “how they say his name, make it their own"
It's been a strange summer, for Delilah. She's struggled with loss, once again, struggled also with who she is and isn't, in this place where she feels very often like she is the last of her kind.
In a clearing, not too far from the Mansion, but shielded from prying eyes by thick trees, a tall teepee has slowly risen. She's rebuilt the matatosowin for herself, because somehow she feels the need for it.
It's not exactly hidden, nor is it exactly advertised.
Curious people who wander in that direction will find it closed, either because she is inside, or because she is absent. She might also be out, sitting by the summer campsite, working hide or roasting hare.
Title is from a quote in Joseph Boyden's novel Three Day Road: “Whiskeyjack is how they say his name, make it their own…what sounds to my ears like a longer word for bastard, making his name a name without a family,” p.154.
In a clearing, not too far from the Mansion, but shielded from prying eyes by thick trees, a tall teepee has slowly risen. She's rebuilt the matatosowin for herself, because somehow she feels the need for it.
It's not exactly hidden, nor is it exactly advertised.
Curious people who wander in that direction will find it closed, either because she is inside, or because she is absent. She might also be out, sitting by the summer campsite, working hide or roasting hare.
Title is from a quote in Joseph Boyden's novel Three Day Road: “Whiskeyjack is how they say his name, make it their own…what sounds to my ears like a longer word for bastard, making his name a name without a family,” p.154.