Unlike her classmates, Avery doesn't really care about boys, romance and fashion. Her phone contains fewer contacts than there are pens in her pencil case. Her classmates don't seem to care about her excistance, and at home it's basically the same s...
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Avery couldn't imagine that the Indian tribe, who were so close to nature, had been hiding in the deepest and darkest corridors under the mountains all this time, without daylight and the forest they loved so much.
She looked at Peter walking beside Tigerlily, gesturing wildly telling of all he had experienced since the tribe had been chased away. The walk to camp suddenly felt eerie and cold now that he was no longer beside her. She stared at the Native girl curiously. The proud princess was a picture of grace and strength, she radiated determination with every step. Tigerlily was truly dazzlingly beautiful, with her tanned skin, decorated with subtle patterns, and lips as red as the brightly colored feathers in her hair. She seemed about Avery's age, but her deep, dark eyes sparkled with intelligence and courage, exuding years of leadership experience. Dressed in a skirt of soft fringe that danced with her movements, she exuded determination with every step. It was almost intimidating.
Avery looked down at her dress and felt shame creeping to her cheeks. She was dressed in rags with a rope tied around her waist. And barefoot. Surely she could not present herself like that in front of a princess?
A blue bright light shone into the corridor as they walked into a huge open space. Specs of blue light surrounded the insides of the cave. The entire ceiling seemed covered with it, like a starry sky. It was breathtaking. 'What is that light?'
'Glow worms,' Tigerlily replied, and Avery only now noticed the lights were crawling across the cave walls. They were everywhere; on the ceiling, the walls and even in the water they passed, making the water glow brighty blue. Avery quickly picked up her pace when she noticed she fell behind. They walked through an opening and there the blue light changed to soft orange as the light of campfires mixed with it as well. More of the native tribe appeared from the tents, which were putt up inside the cave.
Avery moved a little closer to Peter, though he didn't seem to notice. He was too busy looking around, grinning at Tigerlily. They walked toward the largest wigwam. Unlike the other tents, this one was square, leading Avery to believe it was simply a large rug thrown over some protruding rocks. Inside, it indeed became clear that it was an inlet into the cave.
Embroidered rugs lay everywhere over flat pieces of rock. 'Sit down,' Tigerlily spoke and gestured to the rugs. Tigerlily sat down opposite them, and the men who had accompanied them with the torches left the tent. A sphere was located on the ceiling, where a few of the glow worms crawled around and illuminated the tent. Avery lowered her gaze when she noticed the princess looking at her sternly. A little taken aback, she quickly gazed at the fire.
'Peter tells me you found us. Tell me, squaw named Avery, how?' Her voice was powerful, confident. Matching how the princess carried herself.
Avery looked at Peter and he winked. Avery took a deep breath. 'I saw the markings in the tent. The riddle you had left for Peter. That was brave,' she said, 'the pirates could have found them.'
