He watched her carefully. For a moment he wondered if he should tell her again, try to use a bit different words than before in hopes of being understood better. It wasn't the first time he had gotten something wrong, and it wouldn't be the first time a white person didn't understand. Or pretended not to understand what he was saying. Attacking Hawk didn't think that this woman was of the latter, though, her entire spirit shone bright and honest even in the short time they had been in each others presence. 

When she used his sign language to ask him to wait, Attacking Hawk couldn't help but be surprised. Not many bothered to learn the language of the people, and even fewer bothered to learn the sign language. It made him wonder exactly where she had been taught how to do that, and by whom. 

It was a thought that entertained him in the time he waited. A soft breeze teased at his hair and the grass and wheat, causing small ripples on the water of the pond. The world was waking up properly. Birds were starting to sing and greet the day, and even the two horses seemed to perk up a little bit as the sun made the thin mist disappear. A squirrel ran across a branch above him, and Attacking Hawk watched as it skipped nad hopped its way across three trees before it disappeared too deep amongst the trees for him to see.

It was at this point that the soft rustle of clothing and tall stalks of wheat alerted him, and he looked up. The white woman was coming back, and she was carrying something. Attacking Hawk frowned and stared at her. Had he understood her correctly? A sky wheel? Obviously he wasn't the only one who had trouble being understood in a different language.

"Understood 'father'." He pointed to himself. He knew what father meant, but he had no idea about any sky wheel. "Com-pass? En-gra-ved com-pass. What is en-gra-ved com-pass?"