ooc- we need another person lol
or i could just do this-
ic- Ana tended the fire. Minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. Three years passed. Ana was now 20. She had learned the Inti language as she took care of her family. When she was 19 Sanshi, Oota's mother, died. Oota's sister's were married shortly after. Oota kept Ana, or 'Yani', meaning butterfly, as a housekeeper. She took care of things while he hunted. Ana saw Sean whenever she went to the river with her jar on her head. She was now allowed to walk around without any bonds. She was no longer treated like a slave. Oota brought her gifts from the other women, the ones that made jewelry and clothes. She was now extremely tan from the sun, and after her 20th birthday, for she kept track of the days, and told Oota, she was given the garments of a full flege Inti woman. She wore the wrap around her middle and the sarong around her waist. Ana always kept her hair closely braided to her head, and today when she passed Sean, she smiled and greeted him on her way to the river.