If there was two things Julian knew about the Indians, Lakota or Dakota or whatever you'd call them, it was that they were 'primitive' and rather blunt about their intentions. Now Julian hadn't met many Indians in his life, save from Wasula standing in front of him, but he had met a few, and a tenfold more stories about them from other experienced men; they lived humbly in their tents out on the praire, isolated from there rest of civilization with only the buffalo hides keeping the cold winds away. No contact with the outside world except from the few who went out to trade, like the Indian siblings. 

Julian could perhaps see the comfort of such a simple life, but in truth he felt it was [u]too[/u] simple, too repetitive and boring. He and his family lived in a decently warm house when the winter winds blew across South's Valley, had a good kitchen for his mama to cook and good beds for all to sleep in. The town had shops, people, friends and new stories from the outside world! More excitement than simply spending your whole life following the buffalo. That was partly why he didn't really understand the woman in front of him. 

Especially once she continued to speak. Julian's mouth couldn't decide whether to rest open or stay shut as Wasula pretty much summed up what he had planned to do, even getting unpleasently close to the motivation behind his little scheme. And though he hadn't initally thought on gaining the assistance of the Indian herself, he wasn't about to argue with the stubborn woman accepting his request for help. Stubborn, and strangely intellectual in her logic, like a city gal. 

Julian smiled half surprised, half proud of himself as she gave him what he guessed was the closest thing he'd get to a compliment from the redskin, nodding his head in agreement as she finall said those last three words; 'I will help'. And here Julian had thought he actually had to force her, not that he'd know how to. "Good...great, I'm happy we could...come to an agreement, Wasula?" Julian's voice was showing less signs of the earlier embarresment, while his composure showed a growing sense of determination. Even if he...they had just started on his little quest, this part always felt like the hardest to get through. Now they had a start. 

"My name's Julian, by the way. Julian Kirkland. In case you want to call me something else than 'young man'. I am 26 after all. Come on." Julian had started to walk for the door and leave, when he realized she might not have followed him outside at all. It was after all he who had stopped her from leaving just a few moments earlier, and he hadn't exactly been very detailed in what he was...they were going to do. And so the white man stopped in his tracks, turning around and looking at the Indian behind him. And again he couldn't help but take in her looks, admiring her for a moment before she follow. She was an odd woman indeed. 

"I don't know about you, but I'd like to leave South's Valley as soon as possible. Those who took the horses are probably far away already, but I don't want to trail to get any colder, as you can probably understand. Is there anything you need to take with you, Wasula? I can get it if it's something you need from the shops."