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Young Dakota Lorion was seen hugging her sister good-bye, when their mother bid her spend some months with her aunt overseas. She allowed Galienne to remain on Gobiath, at least for now, but she insisted that Dakota was just too young to be away from adult supervision. Maybe she will let Dakota come...

Dakota knelt down on the ground and started hunting for Dirid's dropped coins. "Pah.. 1.. 2.. 3... Here I found some, sheesh, it's not the end of the world. It's just monies." She hands the coins she found over to him, and, straightening, notices the light-haired girl leaning against the w...

Dakota grins too, highly mischeivous. Nimble like a little squirrel, she darts partway up the tree and retrieves another apple. This one, she makes quite a production out of squinting and aiming at him, her grin daring him to do something about it. "Hmm your hair is so shiny. What a pity if it ...

Dakota snorts and threatens, an apple held high over her head. "I wouldn't marry you if you were the last boy on Gobaith," she insists with attempted dignity, "And I am too going with you. Just try and outrun me, if you think you can." She flashes a grin, and pokes him again for ...

Dakota slides down the tree blithely and stands at his side, smiling brightly.

"If you insist," she grins and pokes his arm gently.

"Where're you going?" she asks casually, "And can I come, too?"

Dakota spots a familiar form walking just below her tree. "Oooh," she thinks to herself, and tosses an apple, carefully aiming it a bit in front of him so it will smush on his path. -Splat!- The apple lands about three steps in front of Dirid, and a giggle erupts from the branches above hi...

Dakota dangled her feet down for a little longer, and started kicking them back and forth, growing bored of just sitting up there all day. Her stomach growled and she reached up to pick an apple from a nearby branch of the tree she was sitting in. She took a bite, but the apple was mushy, like it wa...

A smallish girl with neatly patched clothes, and long, slightly tangled light blond hair sits high up in a tree, looking down at all the people that walk by, rushing from one place to another and fretting about things that she doesn't fully understand, nor care to. The girl's skin is a soft creamy c...