March 1789, Algonquin, Illinois......

A young girl no older than 7 was playing with a group of other kids in her tribe. Her black hair flowing behind her as she ran after the other children, giggling and laughing as they went. Her dark skin shining in the sunlight as she tried to keep up with the other kids.

The tribe was settled on the plains near a lake some miles away, their houses were made of moose skin known as wigwam. They had settled close to the water since it was no longer winter and could gather water much more closely to the tribe. The woman and older girls were busy skinning meat, preserving food, gathering berries and other chores around the village while the younger kids were playing.

Just then the little girl heard a woman's voice shout out "Little Feather! Little Feather! Pyas!"

  (Pyas means come here)

The girl stops running after the other kids and begins heading towards the woman standing some feet away from her. The woman wore an animal skin wrap with a cloak on her shoulders, her black hair tied in two long braids that fell on either sides of her shoulders. On her head was a beautiful colored band with feathers on it. The woman had a basket with her, filled with berries and vegetables that was growing nearby. Food that was needed and shared among the tribe.

"Nek, is something the matter?" Little Feather asks her with a slight concern look on her face.

(Nek means My mother)

The woman shakes her head and then says with a small smile "Why do you help your sister with the berry gathering nearby. I am sure she would love your help and please don't do anything that will cause her to worry or interfere with the gathering, okay, Nuntanuhs?"

( Nuntanuhs means my daughter)

"Kupi. I will go find her now." Little Feather says with excitement that had now washed over her as she quickly went to go find her sister in the nearby woods at the edge of the plains.

(Kupi means yes)

The girl after reaching the woods, goes to the berry bushes growing some ways in and finds her sister with a couple of other women, picking berries and other herbal plants, her sister holding her baby close to her body with a skin strap around her so she could work, the baby asleep.

Little Feather's sister was named Girl who talks to plants because of the way she could talk to plants and it would feel as though they were talking back to her or as some people would put it to them as well.

Girl who talks to plants asks Little Feather to pick some berries off of the bush behind her while she was picking some herbs in front of her and of course not to eat them like she did last time.

Little Feather after some time of gathering berries was told to stop since they had enough and that they had to head back now since the sky was already getting dark, a bright orange mixed with pink and red covered the sky telling them that their work was done for now and that it was time to prepare dinner for everyone. The other women were already starting to head back.

Little Feather happily told her sister about her day and what she did all while the sky set with a beautiful twilight and the first of stars and night began to show, the grass gently swaying in the wind and the peaceful and gently sound of the crickets chirping bringing the day to an end and the people of Algonquin happily feasting the night away.