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suppose Tainos use birth-control, do they? I would not want to have a baby in this dream.”
Orocobix knelt behind her and nibbled on her shoulders, “of what do you speak?”
“Never mind, I will ask Basila. I should have done that last night.”
Orocobix turned her to him, “Ana, what language do you speak when I can’t understand you?”
“Do you really want to know?” Ana looked hard at him.
“Of course I do. I want to know everything about you. We have never left the island, except to go to Bohio, but yet you speak strange things sometimes. How do you know how to do this kiss thing?”
“I can’t really explain it.” Ana ran her hands through her hair, her strangely straight hair. “I am from the future. I don’t know how I'm trapped in this person’s body or what I am doing here.”
Orocobix stared at her then he started to laugh. He laughed until he had to lie back down on their makeshift bed—tears streamed down his cheeks.
He looked so handsome and male, his bronze skin gleaming healthily in the morning light. His strong features befitting that of a warrior rather than a peaceful chief. His slightly full lower lip was turned up in laughter. She could barely keep her face serious too.
Ana slapped him on his leg. “Stop it. I was sleeping at my parent’s house, under a palm tree in the year 2007. Next thing I know, I woke up under a similar palm tree clothes-less with you hanging over me. I was hauled to a hut and stayed there for three days doing the spa treatment, which by the way was great, and then I was joined to you last night.”
Orocobix’s body stilled, “Ana I would do anything for you, I just joined with you, I can’t bear to let you go. If you say these things to people, I will be forced to put you in a house at the bottom of the hill and join with another.” His dark deep-set eyes were serious.
“Do you even believe me? Just a little bit Orocobix?”
“I played in the stream with you at Maima; you cooked a bird for me on your eighth summer. We built a canoe together, when we found the perfect cotton tree. On your ninth summer, when the Caribs came to Maima, we hid in the trees. I held you while you cried because they took your baby brother away,” Orocobix got up and stood in the corner of the hut, his body taut with tension.
“We used to secretly meet at the bottom of the cove and plan our joining.” His voice petered out. “It’s true things were different when I found you sleeping under the palm tree and calling out for sea turtles, but I…its impossible, you are the woman I have always known. You always had visions and said things but…”
“I am so confused about this Orocobix,” Ana glanced at him, “it seems as if you had fun with your Ana. You love her very much, don’t you?”
“Stop playing,” Orocobix demanded. “I thought you would have stopped playing when we joined.”
“In the future joining is called marriage.” Ana looked at him. “What we did last night is called making love. This paradise is never truly reproduced again; nobody can clearly fathom how it looks now. It’s still beautiful but never like this again. The Arawaks are known as the original inhabitants but you all died out when another people came.”
“Stop this please, Ana.”
“Your great prophet Guacanagari saw in his vision where men would be coming in ships. It’s true. They are not gods, they are humans like you, and they will destroy your people. Are you listening to me Orocobix?”
His face was pained and his hands clenched at his sides. “I know you are special, it was announced as such when you were in your mother’s womb, but this is madness. I know you; you grew up with me. How can you not be who you are?”
“Basila said your father would take Ana’s council when she gave it. She said Ana saw visions.”
“Yes,” Orocobix said and nodded. “Your council is much valued.”
“Then trust me, Orocobix. I'm not the woman you did all of those things
Orocobix knelt behind her and nibbled on her shoulders, “of what do you speak?”
“Never mind, I will ask Basila. I should have done that last night.”
Orocobix turned her to him, “Ana, what language do you speak when I can’t understand you?”
“Do you really want to know?” Ana looked hard at him.
“Of course I do. I want to know everything about you. We have never left the island, except to go to Bohio, but yet you speak strange things sometimes. How do you know how to do this kiss thing?”
“I can’t really explain it.” Ana ran her hands through her hair, her strangely straight hair. “I am from the future. I don’t know how I'm trapped in this person’s body or what I am doing here.”
Orocobix stared at her then he started to laugh. He laughed until he had to lie back down on their makeshift bed—tears streamed down his cheeks.
He looked so handsome and male, his bronze skin gleaming healthily in the morning light. His strong features befitting that of a warrior rather than a peaceful chief. His slightly full lower lip was turned up in laughter. She could barely keep her face serious too.
Ana slapped him on his leg. “Stop it. I was sleeping at my parent’s house, under a palm tree in the year 2007. Next thing I know, I woke up under a similar palm tree clothes-less with you hanging over me. I was hauled to a hut and stayed there for three days doing the spa treatment, which by the way was great, and then I was joined to you last night.”
Orocobix’s body stilled, “Ana I would do anything for you, I just joined with you, I can’t bear to let you go. If you say these things to people, I will be forced to put you in a house at the bottom of the hill and join with another.” His dark deep-set eyes were serious.
“Do you even believe me? Just a little bit Orocobix?”
“I played in the stream with you at Maima; you cooked a bird for me on your eighth summer. We built a canoe together, when we found the perfect cotton tree. On your ninth summer, when the Caribs came to Maima, we hid in the trees. I held you while you cried because they took your baby brother away,” Orocobix got up and stood in the corner of the hut, his body taut with tension.
“We used to secretly meet at the bottom of the cove and plan our joining.” His voice petered out. “It’s true things were different when I found you sleeping under the palm tree and calling out for sea turtles, but I…its impossible, you are the woman I have always known. You always had visions and said things but…”
“I am so confused about this Orocobix,” Ana glanced at him, “it seems as if you had fun with your Ana. You love her very much, don’t you?”
“Stop playing,” Orocobix demanded. “I thought you would have stopped playing when we joined.”
“In the future joining is called marriage.” Ana looked at him. “What we did last night is called making love. This paradise is never truly reproduced again; nobody can clearly fathom how it looks now. It’s still beautiful but never like this again. The Arawaks are known as the original inhabitants but you all died out when another people came.”
“Stop this please, Ana.”
“Your great prophet Guacanagari saw in his vision where men would be coming in ships. It’s true. They are not gods, they are humans like you, and they will destroy your people. Are you listening to me Orocobix?”
His face was pained and his hands clenched at his sides. “I know you are special, it was announced as such when you were in your mother’s womb, but this is madness. I know you; you grew up with me. How can you not be who you are?”
“Basila said your father would take Ana’s council when she gave it. She said Ana saw visions.”
“Yes,” Orocobix said and nodded. “Your council is much valued.”
“Then trust me, Orocobix. I'm not the woman you did all of those things
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