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      _{𝓕ortunately for the youngster, Derek wasn’t questioning what exactly he was doing lounging on the ground like that, though his dark brows rose in a quite typical arch of disbelief — only to smoothen back down when he was obviously branded a tourist. Granted, he probably did look like one, but it wasn’t a term he wanted himself to be associated to. From his own experiences, tourists just asked a bunch of ridiculous questions and gawked at everything that they didn’t have in their own country. So far, Derek hadn’t done that even once, and he liked to keep it that way. After all, he wasn’t here for sight-seeing.}

      _{❝𝓣hanks for the little guide here, but I’m only interested in that tribe.❞}

      _{𝓗e’d heard the tales, read up on them — honestly, when you spend most of your time alone, you eventually had to wind up filling your head with all kinds of information. This place and the mystical history that was associated to it just so happened to be one of them.}

      _{❝𝓨ou know anyone I can talk to down there?❞}

      _{𝓣he wolf nodded into the general direction of the road that apparantly led to the Quileute tribe reservation, at least according to the teen. Derek was inclined to believe him, recognizing that there was nothing that would cause him to think otherwise.}

             <sub>Unfortunately enough, Seth had developed a nasty habit of speaking too soon, speaking too much, or harboring opinions that called for false implications. He didn’t mean to bother his family by speaking so much, he didn’t intend on being a nuisance to those he would consider friends when he opened his mouth to speak—consequently, it was somewhat inevitable—especially to people like Jacob, who preferred banter that bordered on the path of sardonicism, as opposed to friendly and intellectual conversation—not that Seth was an intellectual.

Regardless of his amiable approach to most—if not all—social situations, he sometimes jumped to conclusions, and not because he was lacking in respect for others, but because of his more naive and effervescent nature. He was still young, and there was much left for him to learn in the world; perhaps this was why he tried so hard to make sense of concepts that present themselves as foreign to him.</sub> 

            _{He tries to make sense of things by categorizing them in any way he can–a way that he understand. But it's difficult; it’s difficult when people insist that they do not fit under some preemptively assessed classification.}

                                                   _{So maybe he wasn’t a tourist.
                                                  But rather, a cultural enthusiast.}

       _{Seth blinked a few times—most people weren’t allowed on reservation, not without a proper invitation at least. He turned back, looking down the road garnished in dusted gravel and loamy soil, still damp with a lingering scent of sod.} 

                                                               <sub>❝Well——…❞
                                                       ❝You can talk to Billy.❞
                                                   ❝He’s the best to talk to—❞
                                                                ❝You know.❞
                                      ❝If you’re interested in that political stuff.❞
                                                                   ❝Or…uh–❞
                                                            ❝Historical stuff..❞

                                                                        ❝…❞

                                                            ❝I’m Quileute, too.❞
                                                      ❝I live on that reservation.❞</sub>