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I guess my efforts for hiding who was behind the logging operation trashing has been in vain.
I didn't notice that night, but it seems I was being watched by people who have remained true to their heritage. Well it seems they have been following me ever since.
I don't know for sure what they think of me, but they must find me curious because I will hear a brush of a frond against another plant, or a subtle snap of a twig sometimes and even though the rainforest is noisy naturally, I can tell that the indigenous people are watching me. It used to bother me at first because I wasn't sure if they were looking for trouble, but after noticing them a few times and having nothing happen I've ignored it.
Until today, my seventeenth day of training.
I was in the middle of my meditation when my physical senses pricked and I lifted an eye to see what was around. This native girl sat in front of me, her legs crossed identical to mine and had her head cocked like a puppy who doesn't understand quite exactly what "sit" or "stay" means yet, and was looking at me.
I closed my eyes and ignored her for a bit, thinking like the other people I had heard, that they would go away, but after 5, 10, 15 minutes when she remained sitting there and staring, I opened my eyes again and frowned at her.
The child was only a few years old, but bold as brass, and the way she just stared at me scrutinously, as if it was her goal to memorize every detail twice with her dark brown eyes, made me feel uneasy. So I stared right back at her, my angry eyes meeting her brown curious ones.
She said something to me, but I don't speak any language of the tribes, so I had no idea what it was, and when I didn't reply she repeated it with a clearer voice.
By then I truly wasn't enjoying the invasion of my privacy so I scowled and bared my fangs slightly at her anticipating she would run away in fright.
She stood up as if to take a step back for a minute, but then when I didn't move, she moved forward and made gestures with her hands. I raised my brow and was about to leave when she touched me; her hand on my knee. With her other hand she brought her thumb and other fingers together so that they met at a point. Knowing she had gained my attention she spread her arms out, and I knew then that she was trying to teach me something.
She moved her fingers all to a point again and repeated the gesture. Even though I still wasn't sure about this little girl, I put my brain to work and knew that she the gesture she was making symbolized the rainforest, her home.
But by the time I had found this out, her bow had a ridge in it and she was getting quite upset, as if she was waiting for me to react. So in irritation I whipped my hand in front of the girl's face and snapped my fingers and thumb to a point. Her shock would have been more amusing if she hadn't of smiled afterwards in delight.
She stayed with me for another couple of hours, irritating me to no end, making me repeat symbols, of bird, bug, ground, and home over and over. The brat giggled at my frustration, said a few phrases to me in her language, something of an explanation of some sorts I think, because when she was done she ran into the forest and simply left.
I think I'm going to move somewhere else tomorrow so I don't have to go through that experience again.
But enough about the girl, the sun will set soon and I must prepare for my training session tonight.
Piccolo
I guess my efforts for hiding who was behind the logging operation trashing has been in vain.
I didn't notice that night, but it seems I was being watched by people who have remained true to their heritage. Well it seems they have been following me ever since.
I don't know for sure what they think of me, but they must find me curious because I will hear a brush of a frond against another plant, or a subtle snap of a twig sometimes and even though the rainforest is noisy naturally, I can tell that the indigenous people are watching me. It used to bother me at first because I wasn't sure if they were looking for trouble, but after noticing them a few times and having nothing happen I've ignored it.
Until today, my seventeenth day of training.
I was in the middle of my meditation when my physical senses pricked and I lifted an eye to see what was around. This native girl sat in front of me, her legs crossed identical to mine and had her head cocked like a puppy who doesn't understand quite exactly what "sit" or "stay" means yet, and was looking at me.
I closed my eyes and ignored her for a bit, thinking like the other people I had heard, that they would go away, but after 5, 10, 15 minutes when she remained sitting there and staring, I opened my eyes again and frowned at her.
The child was only a few years old, but bold as brass, and the way she just stared at me scrutinously, as if it was her goal to memorize every detail twice with her dark brown eyes, made me feel uneasy. So I stared right back at her, my angry eyes meeting her brown curious ones.
She said something to me, but I don't speak any language of the tribes, so I had no idea what it was, and when I didn't reply she repeated it with a clearer voice.
By then I truly wasn't enjoying the invasion of my privacy so I scowled and bared my fangs slightly at her anticipating she would run away in fright.
She stood up as if to take a step back for a minute, but then when I didn't move, she moved forward and made gestures with her hands. I raised my brow and was about to leave when she touched me; her hand on my knee. With her other hand she brought her thumb and other fingers together so that they met at a point. Knowing she had gained my attention she spread her arms out, and I knew then that she was trying to teach me something.
She moved her fingers all to a point again and repeated the gesture. Even though I still wasn't sure about this little girl, I put my brain to work and knew that she the gesture she was making symbolized the rainforest, her home.
But by the time I had found this out, her bow had a ridge in it and she was getting quite upset, as if she was waiting for me to react. So in irritation I whipped my hand in front of the girl's face and snapped my fingers and thumb to a point. Her shock would have been more amusing if she hadn't of smiled afterwards in delight.
She stayed with me for another couple of hours, irritating me to no end, making me repeat symbols, of bird, bug, ground, and home over and over. The brat giggled at my frustration, said a few phrases to me in her language, something of an explanation of some sorts I think, because when she was done she ran into the forest and simply left.
I think I'm going to move somewhere else tomorrow so I don't have to go through that experience again.
But enough about the girl, the sun will set soon and I must prepare for my training session tonight.
Piccolo