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The Cute Islander [TheMadMan x VioletRose]

TheMadMan

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Mar 2, 2014
It'd happened several hours previous. The transpacific plane that young Milo Ehrenson had been flying on had crashed in the lower part of the Pacific ocean, close to the longest stretch of ocean between land in the world. The plane had been caught in a freak storm. A bolt of lightning took out the engines and forced the plane down into the ocean. The only survivor was the previously mentioned Milo Ehrenson. The young man washed up on the shores of an unknown island where he was found unconscious by one of the inhabitants of the island and taken to safety.

Milo Ehrenson was roughly around 21 years of age with a lethe body frame, though he did have a little muscle to him. Short chocolate brown hair adorned his head while grayish eyes sat back in his head. He lacked any real facial hair beyond some light stubble. Before the plane crash, he'd been wearing tan slacks, a nice white button-up shirt, and a darker tanned jacket, though his clothing had been reduced to tatters and his nice slacks were just tattered shorts now. Rimless glasses sat upon his face that inexpliably survived everything.

Milo suddenly awoke with a start, gasping for air for a moment as he sat up. He seemed to be in a hut of some kind. Quite primative by the look of things consider he was laying on a pile of massive leaves that made for a surprising soft bedding while covered in an animal skin as a blanket. Throwing the blanket off of him, he looked around for a moment, noted his glasses nearby, and grabbed them. There was all sorts of items of differing types around the hut. He froze when he heard soft voices outside the hut. His eyes instantly turned to the entrance -- or what he assumed to be the entrance -- as it began to open.
 
The sun was high, the sky was clear and the ocean glittered. Asteria was collecting items for her hut. Today was remarkable on the island that her village inhabited. Most would think this village was strange on many levels, for it only contained women. There was no men, no boys just them. Seeing no one else was here realizng the other women had returned back to the village already. The breeze was refreshing, while the Leaves high above her gave shade and a cool ground to stand. As she was checking the nets for fish she noticed an odd shape farther down the beach. Finding the man in tatters, she quickly looked around, there was no one else except debris. Using her foot she nudged him, but nothing happened.

Asteria made a makeshift sled, placing the man on it she pulled him back to the village and to her hut. Placing him on her bed with help from a few girls. After they left she stood there studying him, determining if he was wounded. Setting the glasses off to the side she covered him and left him to wake on his own. Being 18 years of age she was one of the youngest women in the village.

Sitting outside of her hut with a few girls, she spoke softly explaining what had happened. The girls listening with excitement and curiosity. As Asteria spoke she heard the gasping from within and stood, moving the flap over she stepped in letting it fall closed behind her. Asteria stood average height, dark skinned and barefoot. Her chest and waist covered by white animal skin, everything else was visable. Her dark eyes scanned the hut until they fell upon his, moving a strand of her long red hair from her face she took a few steps and knelt beside the bed. Holding out the bowl of fruit she spoke. "You slept all day and almost all night, you should eat."
 
Milo blinked in surprise at the sight of the tribal woman as she stepped into the hut. As she moved over and knelt beside him, he watched her curiously. He was even more surprised when she spoke rather good english. She was an exceedingly beautiful woman with dark skin and red hair. He swallowed hard when he noticed that she was only clothed in enough animal skin to cover her chest and crotch. Reaching out to the bowl, he picked up the fruit, sniffed it for a moment before giving a tentative bite. Finding it quite delicious, he quickly devoured the rest before grabbing another. After a few of the delicious fruits, he looked back at her. "Ummm...excuse me, ma'am, but...could you tell me where I am at the moment?"
 
Asteria smiled as he ate. Standing as he took the bowl she made her way across the hut and added logs onto the fire. Hearing his question she turned and faced him. With a small smile she waved her hand around the hut. "A hut in the Huaorani tribes village." She replied uncertain of how to answer him exactly. Moving back across the hut she stood before him. "I am Asteria, I found you on the sand a few miles south." She stood watching him as he finished the bowl of fruit. Quickly moving to the door she stepped out. Returning moment later with more various kinds of plants and meats. "Eat" she said placing in on the bed.
 
Milo gave the tribal woman a confused look when she mentioned some tribe called Huaorani. The remembered reading about the Huaorani that lived in the depths of the Amazon Forest, but that couldn't be possible. The last thing he remembered was being a plane that was going down over the middle of the Pacific. Could it be that he drifted all the way to Brazil? No...that's definitely not possible. When she revealed her name, he nodded as he finished up the bowl of fruit. Sitting back, he sighed contentedly. He didn't realize just how hungry he was. Looking up, he watch Asteria leave and return with another bowl of food, this time meat and plants. "Thank you." He said with a small nod as he began to eat some of the meat. "So, Miss Asteria, this tribe of yours, where exactly are you located? On some kind of island? In the middle of a giant jungle?"
 
Asteria sat on her heels as she watched him, as if she was studying him. He was strange to her, she knew of men from stories the Wisdom Woman had told to the girls many times. The beads on her wrist clicked together as she drew something in the dirt before her knees. A odd shape surrounded by what looked like waves. "I think the word is island." She pointed to the drawing. Asteria and the other women were fluent in English, but flakey with terms. Thinking a moment, "Yes an island. Water around us everywhere." She stood and retrieved a piece of animal hide. "Should fit, your making my bed dirty." "Where did you come from?" She asked as she turned her back towards him allowing him some privacy.
 
Watching Asteria, he noticed the shape she made in the dirt between them. Looking back up to her, he nodded slowly in acknowledgement. It must've been a coincedence that they were named the same as the other tribe he thought of. It was possible, though extremely unlikely, but it seemed to have happened nonetheless. He blinked when she grabbed an animal hide and handed it to him. "Ah! I'm sorry!" He quickly apologized as he stood up and grabbed the hide from her. When she turned around, he wrapped the hide around his waist and made sure it was properly fitted before looking back to her. "Ah, I came from a place called Oregon. I was on my way across the ocean to attend a seminar on ancient cultures and legends in a place called Melbourne." He told her with a small smile on his lips.
 
A smile spread across her lips when he jumped up and apologized. As she stood with her back towards him she could see his shadow along the wall of the hut. The fire causing shadows to dance around. After a few minutes had passed she slowly glanced over her shoulder to be sure he was dressed. "Oregon?" She repeated the name almost like a question. She shrugged, she had never heard of it, but Melbourne was a name exchanged during trades when other villages on other islands or from the forest came through. "Have heard of Melbourne, but never gone. Never left the island."

Moving towards the bed she removed the animal fur. Laying it off to the side she replaced it with a similar one. "Clean" she stated as she sat down on it. Crossing her legs and watching him. "We are what some other villages call ancient." She stated before questioning him. "What are you called?" Asteria had not realized she was switching subject fast, she was just curious on who this man was and why he was here.
 
Milo blinked in surprise when she revealed that she knew of Melbourne. Could it be that the island was visited by outside people? Maybe he could get a trip back to main land, but there was no telling how long it would be. He watched her curiously when she moved over the swapped the bedding with fresh bedding. For a moment, he glanced around for a place to sit before she drew his attention back to her. "Really? How long has your village been here? Are you in contact with these other villages?" He asked her before her questioned came up. "Oh! I'm sorry, my name is Milo Ehrenson."
 
Asteria nodded with a small laugh. "When seasons change yes, many many more months before they return." She answered. Mimicking his name a few times to get it right she grinned. "Well Milo, we have been her for many many years, we are the only tribe made of-" she was cut off by a voice outside. Asteria quickly jumped off the bed and went to the door, stepping outside. She could be heard speaking is Tsalagi, there natural language. The conversation seemed to carry on for minutes before she returned. "You must visit Wisdom Mother, she wants to check your possible wounds." She held the flap open.
 
Milo gave a nervous chuckle himself as he listened to what Asteria had to say. He seemed a bit disheartened about what she said it could be a long time before he could leave, but he perked up as she repeated his name a few times. It would give him a chance to study this tribe that was possibly unknown to the rest of the world. When he heard the voice, he glanced toward the flap and then watched as Asteria hurried from the hut. He didn't recognize the language they were speaking, so he looked around the hut a bit more until she returned. "Wisdom Mother?" He repeated with a confused expression. He figured she was the tribal leader. "Alright, please do lead the way, Asteria."
 
Asteria nodded, more serious then she was before. "Wisdom Mother... " she held the flap open and led the way. "Medicine Woman..." She stated as they walked out of the hut. Outside had grown dark, but the village was lit up by torches and small fires by huts. Women stood scattered about talking, brushing another's hair, applying paint to faces. As Asteria guided him silently through the village the came up to a hut almost three times the size of hers. Once again speaking her native tongue before an older woman's voice was heard. Opening the flap, she motioned for Milo to enter. "Wisdom Mother, Milo...Milo Wisdom Mother."

Only taking a few steps in she knelt down, sitting on her knees. "Sit." She stated quickly while looking at the ground.
 
Milo gave a quick nod when he noticed Asteria's much more serious demeanor now. Following her out of the tent, he was a little surprised to see that it was already night out. Looking around, he noted that there was an abundance of women present doing all sorts of tasks in the village. He figured that the men must be out hunting or something. Following her to the much large hut, he nodded when she motioned for him to enter and did so. He knelt beside her when she entered the hut before looking up at the older woman that she'd called Wisdom Mother.
 
Asteria never moved, her body sat still as Wisdom Mother moved around. She was rather quick for a woman of her age. "Stand, over there." She pointed to a mat laid on the ground. "Asteria how long did he sleep?" She questioned. Asteria answered her calmly "Five hours." Waiting for more instructions, she glanced up to see if Milo moved.

Wisdom Mother moved towards the mat, once Milo had sat down she began checking his back for wounds. "Stand." Waiting patiently, she in turn checked his chest and legs. "Wounds beneath cloth?" She questioned without checking. After a few moments, she applied a paste to the scratches on his calfs. "Be healed in a few moons."
 
With a little hesitation, Milo stood back up and moved over to the mat that Wisdom Mother had pointed to and stood there for her. As she began to check him for various wounds, he shivered a bit. When she asked about wounds underneath the hide he'd been given, he quickly shook his head and said, "None that I noticed." When she applied the paste, he once again gave a shiver, finding the stuff to be quite cold. "Um...thank you, Ma'am." He said with a small bow of his head, unsure of what to do now.
 
Wisdom mother started speaking in their native tongue again. Asteria stood "Let's go." She stated hołding the flap open. Once they were outside she slowed her pace so he could follow her. "She is like a doctor in your world." She looked up at Milo. "Very strict and very... Quiet." As they walked the women would stop their chores as they watched Milo walk by, some speaking quietly while some just looked in a mixture of horror or curiosity.

Asteria walked past her hut. "I'll show you water." She stated grabbing a torch off a stand as the continued. Her steps were silent and swift, it took a while before they reached the waters edge. "I found you here, sleeping." She stated as they started to feel the sand under their feet. The moon shined over the water casting the shadows of the trees across the beach. It was quiet besides the chirping of insects and the leaves moving in the wind.
 
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