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Description
Name: Rayen (means flower)
Age: 18 (in appearance)
Height: 5'5';
Weight: 117 lb.
Birth Date: April 22
Hair: Dark long brown hair, worn in a tight braid.
Eyes: Dark Forest Green

Rayen looked out the widow of her log cabin to see Alfred walking up the worn path that lead from the her house to the forest. It had been awhile since he had visited her and she smiled. She set down what she was working on and went to great him at the door. He greeted her with his big goofy smile and a loud "hey Rayen!" She gave a soft a laugh and a gentle smile before greeting him as well. He waltzed into her house without waiting for her to invite him in. She shook her head used to his somewhat rude but unintentional behavior.
"So Ray what have you been up to?"
"Not much Alfred how about you, anything new happen at the world meeting?"
He gave a noncommittal shrug; he didn't want to talk about the meeting. It was boring and he was afraid that if he told her too much about the other countries that she would want to travel the world to meet them. In truth he didn't want to share her with anyone else. When he first met her she didn't speak a word or English and he didn't speak Native American. They had a rough start both fighting for control over the land. Looking back he regretted taking so much from her and her people but he was young and was only thinking of his future. Eventually after many wars they made peace. But even so, he could still see the scars of his actions. They were strewn across her arms, back, and torso. She had done damage to him as well but it did not compare. He had swords, and guns she only had stone and wooden weapons.
Rayen looked at Alfred confused. He had been staring off into space with a sad look in his eyes. Had something bad happened at the meeting?
"Is something wrong Alfred you look sad."
"It's nothing Ray just thinking about when we met…"
Rayen looked down self-consciously out of habit. She knew that the scars weren't very visible on her tan skin but she always glanced at them when anyone mentioned the past. She remembered the many battles she had had trying to defend her land from the white invaders. She also remembered the time right they made peace together. She was still healing from the last few battles and didn't fully trust the white men. She had welcomed them to her land and in return they had attacked her people savagely. She did not know if that would happen again. She would greet him stiffly and always keep him at arm's length. She eventually started to let him in but he soon made a horrible mistake. He moved in on the territory he promised her, and drove her out of her home for a second time. For a long time after that she regarded him with fear and hatred. He eventually broke her out of her shell a second time and did everything he could to keep her trust.
He didn't want to admit it but in the process of gaining her trust for a second time he ended up falling in love with her the only problem was that he had no clue as to how to tell her. He decided to wait until he was sure she felt the same way, to make sure he didn't lose her to someone else he convinced her to not go to the world meetings telling her that it was boring and that she was better off staying at home. He always made sure to keep her away from any country's that were visiting. The only people who were allowed to meet her were Mathew and Arthur. She got on great with Mathew, taking a liking to his soft spoken nature and cute pet polar bear. He enjoyed the fact that she noticed him and listened to what he had to say. She didn't like Arthur as much. He reminded her to much of Alfred; she also remembered when he had settled parts of her land even if he had been pushed out by Alfred.
She shook her head clearing her mind of thoughts of the past preferring instead to walk back into the kitchen and continue what she had been doing before Alfred's surprise visit. She picked up the stone bowl of partially ground herbs and the stone grinder mashing the herbs together for an herbal medicine she was making. No one was sick but she had gotten in the habit of making sure she had at least one bottle of each. She soon feel into a sort of trance focusing fully on what she was doing paying no attention to anything around her. Alfred slowly snuck up behind her and watched her as she methodically mixed the strong smelling leaves together; he soon got up the courage to wrap his arms around her waist pulling her into him. She gave a small jump unsure as to why he was suddenly showing more affection than usual.
He looked down at her wondering if she was okay with the affectionate gesture. She soon leaned back into him and he smiled; at last he knew how she felt. He leaned down pressing a soft kiss on the top of her head before she set the bowl and grinder back on the counter, turning to him and wrapping her own arms around him burrowing her head into his chest.
"I love you. You know that right Ray?"
"Of course and I love you as well Al."
He smiled liking the new nickname he had been given. Then he paused he knew that every Native American name had a meaning behind it and suddenly he wondered what Rayen's name meant.
"Hey Ray what's your name mean anyways?"
She laughed pulling her head away from his chest, much to his disappointment. "My name means flower… why?"
He looked down at her before giving her a loving half smile. "Just wondering, so… That means that you're my little flower right?"
She looked at him trying to tell if he was being serious or not. When she saw that he was being serious she shook her head, smiled a little before leaning up and pecking him straight on the lips. Before he could fully comprehend what she had done she pulled back and gave a small nod. He laughed a full hardy laugh before leaning down to capture her mouth in a second deeper kiss.

The End

This is only the second oneshot that I've written and I don't currently have a Beta to tell me what I've misspelled and so on… Please review so that I will know that my work is actually good and what tell me what I could improve on… Just no mean comments please I'm trying my best and I know I'm not the best writer.

Description
Name: Rayen (means flower)
Age: 18 (in appearance)
Height: 5'5';
Weight: 117 lb.
Birth Date: April 22
Hair: Dark long brown hair, worn in a tight braid.
Eyes: Dark Forest Green

Rayen looked out the widow of her log cabin to see Alfred walking up the worn path that lead from the her house to the forest. It had been awhile since he had visited her and she smiled. She set down what she was working on and went to great him at the door. He greeted her with his big goofy smile and a loud "hey Rayen!" She gave a soft a laugh and a gentle smile before greeting him as well. He waltzed into her house without waiting for her to invite him in. She shook her head used to his somewhat rude but unintentional behavior.
"So Ray what have you been up to?"
"Not much Alfred how about you, anything new happen at the world meeting?"
He gave a noncommittal shrug; he didn't want to talk about the meeting. It was boring and he was afraid that if he told her too much about the other countries that she would want to travel the world to meet them. In truth he didn't want to share her with anyone else. When he first met her she didn't speak a word or English and he didn't speak Native American. They had a rough start both fighting for control over the land. Looking back he regretted taking so much from her and her people but he was young and was only thinking of his future. Eventually after many wars they made peace. But even so, he could still see the scars of his actions. They were strewn across her arms, back, and torso. She had done damage to him as well but it did not compare. He had swords, and guns she only had stone and wooden weapons.
Rayen looked at Alfred confused. He had been staring off into space with a sad look in his eyes. Had something bad happened at the meeting?
"Is something wrong Alfred you look sad."
"It's nothing Ray just thinking about when we met…"
Rayen looked down self-consciously out of habit. She knew that the scars weren't very visible on her tan skin but she always glanced at them when anyone mentioned the past. She remembered the many battles she had had trying to defend her land from the white invaders. She also remembered the time right they made peace together. She was still healing from the last few battles and didn't fully trust the white men. She had welcomed them to her land and in return they had attacked her people savagely. She did not know if that would happen again. She would greet him stiffly and always keep him at arm's length. She eventually started to let him in but he soon made a horrible mistake. He moved in on the territory he promised her, and drove her out of her home for a second time. For a long time after that she regarded him with fear and hatred. He eventually broke her out of her shell a second time and did everything he could to keep her trust.
He didn't want to admit it but in the process of gaining her trust for a second time he ended up falling in love with her the only problem was that he had no clue as to how to tell her. He decided to wait until he was sure she felt the same way, to make sure he didn't lose her to someone else he convinced her to not go to the world meetings telling her that it was boring and that she was better off staying at home. He always made sure to keep her away from any country's that were visiting. The only people who were allowed to meet her were Mathew and Arthur. She got on great with Mathew, taking a liking to his soft spoken nature and cute pet polar bear. He enjoyed the fact that she noticed him and listened to what he had to say. She didn't like Arthur as much. He reminded her to much of Alfred; she also remembered when he had settled parts of her land even if he had been pushed out by Alfred.
She shook her head clearing her mind of thoughts of the past preferring instead to walk back into the kitchen and continue what she had been doing before Alfred's surprise visit. She picked up the stone bowl of partially ground herbs and the stone grinder mashing the herbs together for an herbal medicine she was making. No one was sick but she had gotten in the habit of making sure she had at least one bottle of each. She soon feel into a sort of trance focusing fully on what she was doing paying no attention to anything around her. Alfred slowly snuck up behind her and watched her as she methodically mixed the strong smelling leaves together; he soon got up the courage to wrap his arms around her waist pulling her into him. She gave a small jump unsure as to why he was suddenly showing more affection than usual.
He looked down at her wondering if she was okay with the affectionate gesture. She soon leaned back into him and he smiled; at last he knew how she felt. He leaned down pressing a soft kiss on the top of her head before she set the bowl and grinder back on the counter, turning to him and wrapping her own arms around him burrowing her head into his chest.
"I love you. You know that right Ray?"
"Of course and I love you as well Al."
He smiled liking the new nickname he had been given. Then he paused he knew that every Native American name had a meaning behind it and suddenly he wondered what Rayen's name meant.
"Hey Ray what's your name mean anyways?"
She laughed pulling her head away from his chest, much to his disappointment. "My name means flower… why?"
He looked down at her before giving her a loving half smile. "Just wondering, so… That means that you're my little flower right?"
She looked at him trying to tell if he was being serious or not. When she saw that he was being serious she shook her head, smiled a little before leaning up and pecking him straight on the lips. Before he could fully comprehend what she had done she pulled back and gave a small nod. He laughed a full hardy laugh before leaning down to capture her mouth in a second deeper kiss.

The End

This is only the second oneshot that I've written and I don't currently have a Beta to tell me what I've misspelled and so on… Please review so that I will know that my work is actually good and what tell me what I could improve on… Just no mean comments please I'm trying my best and I know I'm not the best writer.