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       Dakota
       By: Dakota Date: October 24, 2016, 11:27 am
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       Haw!* My name is Dakota, after the Sioux word for “friend” or
       “ally”. It was given to me by my adopted parents- two wonderful
       buffalo that found me wandering the plains sixteen years ago,
       lost and alone. I was only two years old at the time. And they
       took me into their herd, treated me like one of their own. They
       taught me how to navigate by the stars, use healing herbs, speak
       their native language, and so many other things. I owe my life
       to them.
       Oh, my cutie mark? It's a Sioux flute, surrounded by silver
       swirls. Isn't it beautiful? I got it when I was eight, when my
       father started to teach me how to play a flute he had carved for
       my birthday, or rather, the anniversary of the day they found
       me. You know how music can make you feel happy or sad or
       excited, just by listening to it? Well, when I play, the
       emotions others feel are... magnified. I know it can't be magic,
       at least not the unicorn kind, because I have wings instead of a
       horn. And it's not the flute itself... I've tried it on other
       flutes besides my own, with always the same result. I'm able to
       make the most stoic creatures laugh or weep or even make them
       fall asleep or forget the pain of any injuries. I don't know
       why. My father always said that it was a blessing from the
       spirits of the land. All I know is there's no other talent I'd
       rather have.
       But, you see, my parents weren’t exactly… young, when they found
       me. They… lived long lives, but they… they finally passed away a
       few weeks ago, my mother just one night after my father. The
       whole herd mourned their passing. But I’m through with moping.
       I’ll miss them dearly, but I know they would want me to be
       happy. To see the world outside the herd, to try new things. And
       to spread my music. So I left, took my flute and the few other
       possessions I had and headed north. I should reach Ponyville
       sometime today, and I’m so nervous. I met a few ponies in
       Appleloosa, but beyond that, I know nothing of my own kind. And
       I’m just so scared…. What if they don't like my music? But I
       have to be brave. For Ina** and Ate***. I have to.
       (*Lakota Sioux- Hello!)
       (**Mother)
       (***Father)
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