Rose was stunned a bit when the boy called Liniwa told her his name, and she knew that the tattoo on her back may either be a coincidence or a prophecy from above. "Liniwa......" She said to herself, turning around and showing him her delicately made bison tattoo that had been done by a native from east of where they were now. "Your name means bison, no? I happened to get a tattoo of a bison when I was 18 and I moved out here away from my family....... It reminds me that I am free spirited and that I must stay strong as well." She said happily, noticing how handsome he really was. But she shook that idea out of her head, knowing that they could never be together........ Ever. "So, why did they call you Liniwa? Is there a story behind that name? Or did they just call you that?" Rose asked, sitting down at the fence and smiling at Liniwa. 

For some reason Rose felt like she wanted to know everything about Liniwa, and she realized she always had. She had always had a fascination with the natives and their way of life, and sometimes wished she were one of them! But how could she? She had blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin. She looked nothing like them, and they would probably never accept her into their ways of life either. "Also....... What is it like to live your life? I've always dreamed of what it'd be like to have one big family...... My parents were always too busy to me, even to tell me they loved me! I guess....... I just wished that I could become one of you........ And....... Never mind." She said, her blonde hair hiding her sad teary eyed face. "I'm sorry...... I shouldn't have told you about that....... You probably think I'm weak or something." Rose said, her words coming out in an audible whisper.