Mistihkoman turns to look at this woman who's been speaking all this time. He hums, "Is that why you are so stuck up [i]moniyeweskew[/i]? Discipline was instilled within you and you were unable to be a child? And now, you have no child in you, that you are unable to let others have fun?" He tilted his head to the side his braid shifting. He nods slowly as if understanding something, "I think that explains alot of things about the white man. They are so rigid and strict. Not allowed to have fun, because it was beaten out of them." He snorts, and looks around, "It explains a great deal indeed."

He turns back away and looks to the boy, "Tell me [i]awâsis[/i], where are your guardians? Mother? Father? Uncle? Auntie? Or are you alone?" He looks at the boy curiously, waiting, letting the boy choose his time to answer. Mistihkoman hums, "A gunslinger still needs a posse. Where is yours?"

He nods to the boy, awaiting his answer curiously.

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I forgot again. And only realized when I looked back at it.

[i]Awasis[/i] - Literally, Child, can be added onto to mean first born, little child, noisy child etc

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