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*Lakota* · (This post was last modified: 12-05-2013, 12:50 AM by Lakota.)

Lakota settled herself more comfortably next to her sister, crimson and gold irises starting out into the sky. The girl watched with rapture as the sun slowly crept it's way over the horizon, painting the gray dawn with shades of pink, red, and orange. Making a quiet observation to her sister, Lakota said: "'Red sky in morning, travelers take warning..'" Lakota quickly glanced to her right, checking Canta for any form of reaction. "Looks like it's going to storm later." Kota continued, trying pathetically to hold a conversation. Lakota and Canta were similar in the ways of their solidarity, but Kota was feeling particularly lonely that morning. The ivory femme wanted, no, needed to feel some connection with her family.

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