Wapun Meadow soon it will be cold enough to build fires

Maybe a sibling, but welcome to all.

With only her mother's stories to go on, Yakone was not as prejudiced against the Valley and its inhabitants as her mother.  Often, she found herself wandering close despite the warnings she had gotten from both those inside and out.  She wanted more than anything to be loved and accepted by her father, to be introduced as one of the family.  Childishly and somewhat desperately, she gripped hard onto the Apaata name.

It was the only thing Xan had ever given her.  For some time she had wondered if it had just seemed that way, that if he had been given the chance it might be different... but considering her siblings did not recognize her by appearance or name and neither did her aunt, she came to the conclusion that she had been written out of the Apaata line.

But she was already more mature and level-headed than most her age.  Perhaps, given time, she would grow out of this youthful rebellion.  For now, she lingered in the wildflowers with the Valley just barely in view.