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(Name) passed through the tribe members as they worked in search of one person, Kocoum. The proud Powhatan warrior was a childhood friend to the woman and she needed to be certain that her dear friend has returned to her safely.

Seeing the long boats pulling into shore made her pace quicken from walking to an all out sprint to the shore. Her hair flew behind her and she hit the sand as the boats fully hauled onto shore. Taking a breath in she saw the man she was looking for, his handsome features set in an impassive expression, but the pride was clear in his eyes to anyone who looked.

Tears spilled over her eyes and she tearfully stumbled to him, wrapping him into an embrace. Kocoum looked down at her before setting a palm onto the crown of her head, his silent way of comforting her and soothing her tears. (Name) stepped back, sheepishly meeting the eyes of the smiling chieftain and listening to his praises for her friend.

It was later when she got to see him again, his feast over and he simply sitting out on a stone and watching the water. Her hand touched his copper tinted back, but he had no reaction. (Name) rolled her eyes, of course this brave knew she was there before she had even alerted him. She sat beside him and bumped shoulders with him, only for him to bump back and cause her to stumble and nearly fall off the rock, "Ah!"

A light chuckle left Kocoum, a ghost of a smile on his face. (Name) pouted for a moment before leaning against his shoulder and letting out a heavy sigh. She was so happy to see him, alive and well and by the look in his eyes, he was happy to have her in his company.

She wanted to say something, anything to get him to understand her. She wanted to be with him, she wanted to have him love her the she loved him. Just as she was about to open her mouth Kocoum spoke, his tenor voice that once gave her comfort chilling her to the bone, "I have asked for Pocahontas' hand in marriage."

Her blood stilled in her veins and she let out a soft, choked sound. She has believed she had the heart of a mountain lion, her mother had hailed her for her emotional strength, but with one word her heart was as faint as a sparrow's. Kocoum took her silence for a moment before turning to look at her, wondering why she had nothing to say but was shocked to see tears dripping from her eyes.

Suddenly (Name) launched from the rock and her feet thundered against the ground as she bolted away from him. He rose sharply, ready to take after her but the many years she spent simply running around their forests caused her to be already disappearing into the foliage.

As he stood stock still, a voice of the forest spoke from within him, "You will understand. Listen with your heart, you will understand."

His eyes slipped closed, this guiding voice was one he knew well. Grandmother Willow, the tree that had stood there in the time of his ancestors and guided them was speaking to him, but he didn't know what he should be understanding. In his mind, his life was planned to be as optimal as possible, and as smooth as it could ever be.

But a small voice spoke from within his mind, asking if that was indeed what he wanted. Did he want a pleasant life that was easy, or one with learning and new understandings and hardships? His mind filled with all the precious memories he and (Name) shared, while things were never easy and perfect, he enjoyed every single step they took together and held them close this heart.

"Let it break upon you, like a wave upon the sand. Listen with your heart, you will understand." His eyes opened, a new level of consciousness within him. Slowly he began to follow where his friend had gone, before breaking off into a run. He followed the footsteps left in the earth and found her laying against the old willow, her shoulders shaking with sobs.

With the silence befitting a hunter like him, Kocoum approached and knelt next to (Name). His large hand pressed against her back causing her to jump and stare at him in shock and shame. She was about to wipe her eyes when his hand caught her wrist, "What? What is it? I'm sorry for running off, but stop looking at me like that!"

He closed his eyes again, feeling conflicted on what he should do, when the tree spirit's words rang through his head once again. With all the gentleness in the world he leaned forward, sealing his lips over the one he loved's own. He slowly brought his hand to her cheek, soothing her tears while kissing her sweetly.

(Name) was confused and blushing terribly at the tender feelings taking over her. Slowly she pressed forward, returning the pressure with a soft sound. Kocoum felt his own skin tint with warmth and the relief that flooded his system was tangible.

She pulled back from him her (eye color) eyes searching his face for some form of an answer only to be greeted with a small smile and loving eyes. "I am sorry. I feel it now."

He guided her hands to his chest, letting her feel his quickly beating heart, "I was wrong. It is not the hand of Pocahontas I want. I want to marry my best friend, I want to start a family with her," he kissed her collar bone, savoring her embarrassed sounds. His dark eyes flitted up and met her own, "Marry me, (Name)."

Without saying a word she pulled her arms from his chest and wrapped them around his neck and hugged him close, "I love you, Kocoum!"

The warrior kissed her temple, letting her feel the rare grin on his features, "I love you as well, dear (Name)."