"Are you sure you want to stay here for a week?" Zayn stepped closer to me, looking over his shoulders, as the residents of the tribe, were coming out of their homes to see us, newcomers. I was dressed in a pair of moccasins that were gifted to me, from the Cheif, with a little note wishing to speak again.
Paired with the shoes, I wore a pair of skinny jeans and a cute spring top which was black with a couple of floral designs, on the sleeves. I wore my jewelry, the ones that never came off. My hair was braided to the back, with a hairpin, of a rose, gifted from my mother.
Zayn was dressed in his usual black clothes, he wore black cargo pants, a black t-shirt. He wore a small hoop in his right ear, to add some sparkle to his outfit. His hair was spiked up, where his frosted silver tips reflected the noon light.
