Chapter 15
She was, indeed, a lovely young woman. Her long black hair, done in braids, hung below her waist. Her eyes were almond-shaped and deep brown as with all of the people, save Soaring Hawk’s mother. She was small and looked almost fragile. Her hips were narrow and her breasts small. She had a radiant smile for her would-be husband.
Running the last few steps between them, Wind Flower came into Soaring Hawk’s arms and laid her head on his chest, folding her delicate hands around his well developed biceps as he wrapped his arms around her. She lifted her face to his, and he bent and kissed her tenderly.
As he held her, he felt warmth and tenderness, but no passion or excitement. He dropped the embrace, took her by the hand, and led her down the path into the forest. They walked in silence for a time.
She began to talk of this and that, happenings in the village, her sister and the birth of her baby. He listened. He did not speak.