"Dinner is ready, Lutamo!" Called a grey headed woman from the doorway
of a simple, single floored house.
"Coming!" A voice from the other side of a white fence yelled back.
A young girl came racing around the end of the fence and up the stairs on
the porch. She went vaulting through the wide open doorway, tumbled, and
lunged sideways into the wash room. After cleaning up and changing swiftly
into more house appropriate attire, she dashed down to the dining room,
smiling as the smell of potatoes and chicken filled the air. Taking her
seat at the table she calmly waited as the plates we filled and served. The
not so sharp knife still cut through the chicken easily as she began to
slowly consume her dinner.
"Don't forget to brush your hair before bed, Lutamo." The old lady said,
half scolding.
"I won't forget, Grandmother." Lutamo replied after swallowing her bite of
smashed potatoes.
And don't forget to get your clothes and books ready for school tomorrow.
Description:
Flowers. Exotic Flowers. Sweet Plumeria wisps through the air. The aroma comes from a figure clad almost entirely in pink cloth. Its arms and legs are lengthy, but the clothing is just loose enough to not show the thickness or thinness of them. A wide, white sash is wrapped around her waist, securing its outfit in place. Not much is discernible about her body. All that can be made out is visible around its eyes. Ivory skin surrounds one open eye and one permanently closed. The closed eye is clearly sewn shut with a thin black cord while the iris of the open eye is bright pink.
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