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long-term loss 12/?

[(Anonymous)]

Have some friendshippy fluff! Plot will happen soon, I promise!

Kanen’tó:kon cocked his head to one side, obviously confused.

"Ratonhnhaké:ton? What is it? What has happened?"

Ratonhnhaké:ton hesitated. It sounded ridiculous, everything that had happened to him. Kanen’tó:kon probably wouldn't believe any of it. But he needed Kanen’tó:kon's help, if he were to survive.

"There was an accident," he said. Well, he hoped it had been an accident, he didn't know what had actually happened. Kanen’tó:kon's eyes widened, and he leant forward, concerned.

"An accident? Was it at the homestead? Is Achilles all right?"

"I do not know," Ratonhnhaké:ton admitted. "I can hardly remember anything. Now there are people after me and I do not know who I can trust and I need to be at Valley Forge by dawn, but I fell in the river and--"

Kanen’tó:kon interrupted him.

"Ratonhnhaké:ton! Slow down!" He cast a critical eye over Ratonhnhaké:ton's sodden clothes, and gestured for him to stand. "Look at you. You need to get dry, and you need to eat and drink something. Take off those clothes, I have some spares that should just about fit you. I will get some more water, and make tea, then you can gather your thoughts and tell me everything."


Ratonhnhaké:ton nodded. He started to pull at his buttons with hands that didn't seem to want to work properly, as Kanen’tó:kon rummaged in a large satchel. Kanen’tó:kon placed a rolled-up pair of deerskin pants, a matching shirt and one of the furs that had lain on the floor as a makeshift bed beside Ratonhnhaké:ton. Then he left.

It took Ratonhnhaké:ton longer than he would have liked, with half-numb fingers, but he managed to peel the wet clothes from his skin and pull on the dry clothes instead. He draped the garments over some large, relatively clean rocks at the cave wall, and wondered whether he ought to build a small fire, to dry them faster.

"Sit down, Ratonhnhaké:ton," Kanen’tó:kon ordered, putting a pot of water on the fire to boil. "What happened?"

Ratonhnhaké:ton wrapped the fur around him, and sat next to Kanen’tó:kon.

"I do not remember the accident," he said. "I do not remember a lot of things. The doctor who attended to me after the accident said that I might never regain the memories I lost."

"How bad is the memory loss?" Kanen’tó:kon asked. He was a good listener, only asking questions when Ratonhnhaké:ton did not go into enough depth for him to understand what was happening.

"I am not sure," Ratonhnhaké:ton admitted. "But it is worst between the time of the accident and when I left the village for the first time. I remember almost nothing between then."

Kanen’tó:kon's jaw dropped.

"That is almost a decade," he said, looking horrified. "You were fourteen when you left, and you are twenty-one… no, twenty-two now."

"Before that is largely a blank, as well. I do not even remember the day my mother died. I only found out she was dead because my father told me."

Kanen’tó:kon bit his lip, obviously disturbed.

"Why did you not return home? We could helped you."

Ratonhnhaké:ton sighed, sadly. So his father had lied about the village being burnt-out ruins. He'd known for a while that must be the case, but he hadn't wanted to believe it.

"Father said the village was naught but ruins. That it had burned completely to nothing but ash, killing everybody."

"You believed him?" Kanen’tó:kon's voice was disbelieving. He put some herbs into the boiling water.

"I did not know any better. He would not allow me to leave the house alone, and the only people I could speak to were his friends. Until recently, that is."

"Ratonhnhaké:ton, this is bad. There is a lot you do not know. I… I have no idea where to begin."

"Do you know anybody who might be able to help explain everything? The people who helped me escape father, they are camped a little outside of Valley Forge. Maybe you could… maybe we could go to them, and if you recognise them we can stay with them a while. And if not, maybe there is somewhere else we could go?"

"You have a ship," Kanen’tó:kon said, brightening up. "The Aquila. We can--"

"--it docks in New York in two weeks. They are returning from the Carribbean."

Kanen’tó:kon's face fell. He poured a wooden bowl of tea, and handed it to Ratonhnhaké:ton.

"Oh," he said. "You live a little north of Boston, most of the time. The villagers there may be able to help you. I do not know if Achilles is still alive. It has been a long time since we last spoke."

"Achilles is definitely still alive," Ratonhnhaké:ton said. "Duncan, I think, he said Achilles was sick. Who is Achilles?"

"You forgot--?!" Kanen’tó:kon began, then stopped. "Ah. I almost forgot for a moment. You know nothing, but you still speak and act more or less like you always do. It is… jarring."

"My apologies," Ratonhnhaké:ton said. "I do not mean to--"

"No, it is fine," Kanen’tó:kon said. "It's nearly stopped raining, and it should be clear for a few hours after. We can rest here for another half hour or so. Do you have a horse we can use?"

"No," Ratonhnhaké:ton said. "I did, but I fell in the river after I got off it."

"Then we'll walk," Kanen’tó:kon said, decisively. "It should only be a few hours. I could explain some things on the way."

"We need to stay away from the roads," Ratonhnhaké:ton said, hurriedly. "My rescuers and my father's friends are still looking for me."

"We shall go through the trees, then," Kanen’tó:kon said. "Do not look so worried, you are the one who taught me how to climb. If we take regular breaks, it should not be hard to get to Valley Forge about sunrise."

"How long do you think we have?" Ratonhnhaké:ton asked.

"Perhaps four hours or so. It is only a few miles," Kanen’tó:kon yawned.

"We could stay here and sleep if you prefer," Ratonhnhaké:ton offered. Kanen’tó:kon was probably on his way home from a meeting of the confederation. He'd probably been preparing to sleep as Ratonhnhaké:ton walked in. How late was it, anyway? Two in the morning? Three?

Kanen’tó:kon shook his head.

"It is fine. I would not be able to sleep, anyway."

Ratonhnhaké:ton gave Kanen’tó:kon a grateful smile.

"Thank you," he said, glad that he had such a loyal friend.

Re: long-term loss 12/?

[(Anonymous)]

Lovely update! I truly love your Kanen’tó:kon, anon. He appears so collected and welcoming, like neutral ground, for once. He must be a source of calmness for Ratonhnhaké:ton...

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[(Anonymous)]

Kanen’tó:kon is such a good friend. And he must be mentally headdesking at the task before him. It must be terrifying to him, that Connor lost most of his memories.

What a monumental task. And what a good friend to help sort it all out. :)