Stellaluna has kept up a good presence with the Cherokee peoples and the tribe as she tried to keep the traditions of her people going with stories and dances and songs and such.
So, one day, there was a talent show and she entered a dance in her native dress with the elders giving her the beat on the drum and with their voices as well, along with another dance from her Spanish background. As the dance started, she moved in time to the beating of he drum and the voices raising and falling up and down the scale.
As the dance ended, she knelt as if praying to the four winds. But on the inside, she's sweating like it was nobody's business, so while others went and did what they signed up for to do, Stellaluna went and changed into a Mexican dress and carried a pair of high heeled dancing shoes as well.
So, she made a prayer to God hoping that he'll help her learn more of her family and of her Cherokee people from the elders. As of yet, she has not truly learned much of it but she's managing it pretty well.
But fuck, she has had done far worse then most but that's a part of who she is and has always will be about everything else. And well. she has to work on getting the information done on her mother's family tree long before she has the chance of doing so with her personnel history of her family.
Author's note. I'm sorry if chapter 10 was short in any way but I'm running low on fucking fumes tonight because of the fact that I'm trying to work on other stories that I've fucking got going here right now. So, please read them and the stories of my favorite stories and authors as well. And please be nice with them and me. Thank you my readers and fellow writers, and remember, do unto others as you would have done unto you.