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        ^{“It’s alright," Pocahontas picks herself up off the ground dusting firt and grass from her dress as she stands. The girl and her horse had taken her by surprise, and had she not jumped out the way sooner, she very well might have been trampled. She was willing to forgive the other’s clumsiness however, for she looked nothing short of frazzled with bits of straw caught in her hair, which hung about her face in an unruly state.}

         ^{"Happy new year?” she knows what the new year is due to exposure from the English, but any other sort of complicated way to measure time had her stumped. Weeks, months, decades, they were all different and confusing as opposed to simply marking time by the moon and seasons.} 

“The year of the horse!”  Mulan flung out her arms with the announcement, although she looked far from ready to welcome the lunar festivities: she was still in her everyday clothes, unwashed, a few bits of straw still caught in her long dark hair where Mulan couldn’t see.  After a moment her self-consciousness caught up to her and the young woman pulled her hair over one shoulder, taking Khan’s bridle in her free hand.

“I'm supposed to be buying red paper and envelopes but I don’t think Mama realized the shops would all be closed.”