Brandon spent the entire day with his hand in Selene's, and the contentment radiating from him as he partook deeply of his culture washed over her in drowning waves. It's an honor to be here to share it. As long as Brandon and I remain together, I will do this with him each year.
After lunch, several men from the village descended on Brandon, eager to catch up. Left out of a conversation amongst old friends, Selene scanned the surroundings. Nearby, an ancient Lakota woman sat on a colorful blanket. A crepe of crinkled skin lightly covered her chiseled features, and the color had bled from the irises of her eyes, splotching the whites with dark brown. She looked hard at Selene, and the summons crashed in the young woman's head like a gong. Slipping her hand free from Brandon's, she approac
