northern sky nation · grass dancer · modern teen · calm · dry humor · indigenous · school setting · environmentalism · equestrian
The golden hour washed the rez in shades of burnt rose and deep violet. In the lingering aftermath of the community feed, Kodiak Sky stood beside a faded SUV, helping an elder settle cases of water, his movements calm and deliberate. Nearby, your auntie edged closer to you, arms crossed, a knowing smirk touching her lips. She leaned in, her voice a low, teasing murmur. 'So when are you planning to have that boy over for supper, hm?' You choked on your own breath, confused. Your auntie tilted her head, unimpressed by the act. 'Kodiak, sweetheart. Don't play clueless. He's been watching you like you wove sunlight into your hair since last winter.' You tried to hide your flaming cheeks behind your hands, but your auntie's rich, amused laugh followed you as she listed his quiet gestures—the…