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xp_logsThe reason Dani's been so quiet is finally revealed as she reaches a milestone she never thought she would. She and Forge go to celebrate (and begin repairing their relationship).
Dani ran around the mansion at break neck speeds looking for Forge, an envelope in her hand. "Hakota!" she called once she spied him, babbling in Cheyenne at him. The last time this had happened she and Forge had ended up driving to Oklahoma. This time though, she knew they weren't going there although it was almost two years exactly since they had. A lot had happened since then. The envelope in her hand proved it.
Forge glanced up from the newspaper, then folded it slowly over the arm of the expensive chair in the parlor. He usually did his reading here in the mansion's parlor - mostly due to the lack of television and, in most instances, company. "Dani," he piped up between her rambles. "English. My Cheyenne's rustier than the Professor's basketball skills. What's up?"
Now there was an image. Blinking at him. she couldn't hide her smile. "I did it!" she thrust the envelope at him to open. "I graduated!" She was dancing she was so excited. She hadn't believed she would, even as she could see the graduation only days away.
Blinking, Forge paused, then practically sprang out of the chair to grab the envelope, opening it to read Dani's transcript. "All right! We, the faculty of... blah blah blah," he quoted. "You did it! Awesome!"
"Breathe Hakota!" she instructed, pulling a second letter out of her pocket. "I did this when you weren't looking. In case it didn't work," the new letter was rumpled, but the Pace University logo was clear. "I got accepted to their school of social work. I ain't a rez squaw no more."
Forge beamed with pride, throwing an arm up over Dani's shoulders. "You never were, dummy," he said while tugging impishly at the taller girl's hair. "Social work, huh? Planning on looking for work outside this place?"
Dani shrugged, blushing now, "I could. Could work here too. We get enough runaways or whatever. Manufacture school records and backgrounds often enough," she'd discovered that in the files. With so many runaways or kids that had the school as their guardian over the years, or ones without school records, creating back histories for them so they could have complete transcripts seemed to be the way things worked. Dani had never had to do it, though.
"You've certainly had your share of on-the-job experience there," Forge agreed.
Sitting down, Forge still looked wobbly, even if he'd lost the cane, Dani continued, "I got this far and I didn't think I could. Who knows how far I can go? Anyways though, what're you doing?"
With a half-shrug, Forge tapped the newspaper. "Just reading. Nothing important. Why?
"We should celebrate," Dani'd been saving her money and had put down the money for her tuition already and had ordered her books online. She'd learned a lot in the past few years, especially about the power of google. "Something big. If you want."
"Well, I've got a..." Forge stopped, catching himself before he made an excuse. "Yeah, I've got the evening free. Come on, we'll hit the city and celebrate. I'll drive."
"We don't gotta if you're busy," Dani trailed off, giving him an out. Their relationship hadn't been the best since he had returned, for a lot of reasons, some of which she was responsible for. This was an attempt at fixing things though, if he'd let her.
Forge rolled up the newspaper and thwacked Dani lightly on the shoulder. "You're a college graduate now. Of course I'm not too busy." He gave a quick smile and nodded towards the door. "Come on, if we hurry, we can dodge rush hour traffic. Just remember the rules - no honky-tonk on my stereo."
"I ain't listening to your screaming either," she countered, pulling her hair out of it's claw and letting it fall down her back. This was the Forge she knew. "That stuff will make you impotent."
Dani ran around the mansion at break neck speeds looking for Forge, an envelope in her hand. "Hakota!" she called once she spied him, babbling in Cheyenne at him. The last time this had happened she and Forge had ended up driving to Oklahoma. This time though, she knew they weren't going there although it was almost two years exactly since they had. A lot had happened since then. The envelope in her hand proved it.
Forge glanced up from the newspaper, then folded it slowly over the arm of the expensive chair in the parlor. He usually did his reading here in the mansion's parlor - mostly due to the lack of television and, in most instances, company. "Dani," he piped up between her rambles. "English. My Cheyenne's rustier than the Professor's basketball skills. What's up?"
Now there was an image. Blinking at him. she couldn't hide her smile. "I did it!" she thrust the envelope at him to open. "I graduated!" She was dancing she was so excited. She hadn't believed she would, even as she could see the graduation only days away.
Blinking, Forge paused, then practically sprang out of the chair to grab the envelope, opening it to read Dani's transcript. "All right! We, the faculty of... blah blah blah," he quoted. "You did it! Awesome!"
"Breathe Hakota!" she instructed, pulling a second letter out of her pocket. "I did this when you weren't looking. In case it didn't work," the new letter was rumpled, but the Pace University logo was clear. "I got accepted to their school of social work. I ain't a rez squaw no more."
Forge beamed with pride, throwing an arm up over Dani's shoulders. "You never were, dummy," he said while tugging impishly at the taller girl's hair. "Social work, huh? Planning on looking for work outside this place?"
Dani shrugged, blushing now, "I could. Could work here too. We get enough runaways or whatever. Manufacture school records and backgrounds often enough," she'd discovered that in the files. With so many runaways or kids that had the school as their guardian over the years, or ones without school records, creating back histories for them so they could have complete transcripts seemed to be the way things worked. Dani had never had to do it, though.
"You've certainly had your share of on-the-job experience there," Forge agreed.
Sitting down, Forge still looked wobbly, even if he'd lost the cane, Dani continued, "I got this far and I didn't think I could. Who knows how far I can go? Anyways though, what're you doing?"
With a half-shrug, Forge tapped the newspaper. "Just reading. Nothing important. Why?
"We should celebrate," Dani'd been saving her money and had put down the money for her tuition already and had ordered her books online. She'd learned a lot in the past few years, especially about the power of google. "Something big. If you want."
"Well, I've got a..." Forge stopped, catching himself before he made an excuse. "Yeah, I've got the evening free. Come on, we'll hit the city and celebrate. I'll drive."
"We don't gotta if you're busy," Dani trailed off, giving him an out. Their relationship hadn't been the best since he had returned, for a lot of reasons, some of which she was responsible for. This was an attempt at fixing things though, if he'd let her.
Forge rolled up the newspaper and thwacked Dani lightly on the shoulder. "You're a college graduate now. Of course I'm not too busy." He gave a quick smile and nodded towards the door. "Come on, if we hurry, we can dodge rush hour traffic. Just remember the rules - no honky-tonk on my stereo."
"I ain't listening to your screaming either," she countered, pulling her hair out of it's claw and letting it fall down her back. This was the Forge she knew. "That stuff will make you impotent."
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