Snippet #1096425

The girl was starting to wake up so Kiya went to her side. “Here babe, take these. It will help the pain and here’s some water.” Kiya said maternally. Maybe it was the fact of the natural disaster, or maybe it was the nurse she was training to be, but Kiya felt great pity for the girl. It was a very rare circumstance to think of someone beside herself. Maybe It was because Allison’s Asian eyes reminded her greatly of her great grant mother’s Osage Indian eyes. The shape of her face was similar too..

Kiya’s only parent figure she’d ever know was her great grand mother. She was always so feeble and old, yet one could slightly tell she was once as she likes to say “The most beautiful girl on the reservation”. She would tell old Indian stories and stories about their great great great grand mother. She was the most beautiful girl in the whole village as it is told. Great grandma was very humble, but secretly told her stories to them to make them more confident than she ever was.

The stories were true of course, Kiya’s great grandma was as pure as a saint. However, it made Kiya very cocky in addition to confident and strong in herself. Well, not only that, but the outrageous amout of attention she recived on a daily basis. Her sister and cosin she grew up with were difrent when they heard stories of beauty and magic. Lily, Kiya’s older sister became just like her great grand mother. Patent, Honest, maternal. Eve, a cosin raised with them became ver caught up in her native American side, as she was far more Osage then the sisters. Kiya grew up with this small close knit group as they only family she had, the only people she had felt real love for. Kiya is the type who says “I love you!” all the time. She never means it.