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_______ Sochi Bratton

She looks like Rost's mother SO much! She keeps her little Angel wings tucked under her shirt.

Name _______ Sochi Bratton-WayStone

Parents: Rost Bratton is her Father, and Kathy WayStone, Author/Typist, is proud mother.

Siblings: Primal  Nocturne  Princesse Allannah

 Age This morning she is about 7 years of age. _______ Sochi is growing with traits of a pure non Gallan bearing Human, and with some traits of a strongly Gallan bearing human. At this time, only but one day after her wonderfully orgasm'd conception, she fully developed in my womb, and was easily born with the rubbery bones which then straightened perfectly within minutes of her easy birth. It was barely even a strained oooooch-ouwww, then wheeew! She was born at home with Dr. Yorokobi and Pollyanna, and of course mother present. Scheher, Vera, Chastity, and Brandon were of course in the kitchen and dining room using the view-phone with Cassidy and Suta up there with Blaze. Dr. Uncle was downstairs. My eyes visualised him passing through in time, keeping watch, bless his heart. This will be a happy surprise for Rost, who may not have believed it would happen so fast. I love him so much!!! His daughter was rapidly learning English. I can tell her language in her first life was Russian, some almost modern dialect. The way she looks at me! She told me in her way, "Mama, I am so happy to be here". Then she even asked me what year it is!!! Only bearers of good Gallan, plus good Faith ever ask that. Sonia will speak with her about her past life,but I told her, please, not until she is older. She seems to have stopped or slowed her aging at about 4 years. Mother says I aged that way too. <br> Didn't I say yet? _______ Sochi has small feathered wings connected to her Scapulae. They are pure white,and very perfect and beautiful. These easily fit under her shirt when they fold inward.

Who am I? The Typist/Author Kathy took the liberty to have a child, and this is _______ Sochi Bratton-WayStone. I gave her the middle name. Rost will give her first name.

 Birth Her birth was very easy. 9.0 pounds, and rubbery boned.

 Sex Pure female, our babygirl.

 Residence 3rd Mansion, and Sochi, Rost's house.

 Height:3'9" at 4 years of age. 4 foot 3 at about 7 equivalent years of age. Sonia says Sochi is an Angel of Earth.

 Build: Thin, wiry, but very strong. Itazura says she can easily be a Ballet dancer, and is showing her some simple child poses and holds, and the right exercises. She giggles doing it. Might be a natural!

She's naturally pretty, and looks just like Rost's mother.

POV as she tells me and Sonia

Oh mommy, it was World War Two, and I remember it so much, right now. (she closes her eyes tight and tells the story.)<br>
I grew up a normal girl. They said I could go to tech school because I worked hard. That was when the wars first started up north. Then the war against Germany started. School stopped, and all the girls went to learn how to shoot. We got uniforms. Then I got mail from my neighbors. The Germans killed my whole family because they were hiding some Jewish people, our good friends, the Rabinovitz family. (Here she stops to have a cry, and I hold my babygirl. You don't have to tell this. But she wants to. Sonia holds her face, and gives her a mild floral infusion via aerosol spray in her mouth. After a bit, she squints her eyes closed again.) Mommy, I was a big strong girl, and so we got put into a training unit. We had General Zukov. We went to protect Moscow, and it was in a forest, and there was snow. I was assigned to protect a squad of tanks. I was one of the snipers. I would pick off two officers real fast, then silently retreat zig zag in a planned retreat. Our Generals changed a couple of times. Didn't matter. We kept them Germans from a bridge we could not get to, simply by killing tank drivers. We had to. I did not cry when I killed. They killed my family and friends. Now I cry. Then we had to move to get Stalingrad back after they gave up trying to take Moscow. The Germans killed a lot of my Comrades! The great Anna was in my unit, and sometimes we worked together. I was her most determined partner. We used helmets on sticks to find them. They had snipers after us. I think with a reward if they got us. We finally got the upper hand when we got planes. But I got wounded bad, in a lung. But I got up to snipe more of them. One time our unit captured a lot of Germans. We had them, but know what I did? I knew I was dying. They killed my whole family, my friends, and now, even me real soon. I got the automatic rifle, and I gunned down over 100, maybe even 200 Germans. The recoils made me bleed more. I laid down face up, eyes wet, red blood at the edges, and I watched the cloudy sky turn a shade of deep scarlet, and then from the edges came blackness. My breaths shallow you don't know how shallow. I was trying to think of mother, when I fell asleep suddenly. I died. I woke up all squished rudely dropped in hell. I was a nothing, alone. I saw angels flying overhead saying to feel very bad. I did very bad things. For a long time I didn't feel bad, but then I did, and you don't know how sad it is. The sadness at first was for myself, then it changed into for those I killed. They weren't the ones who did it. I killed many because of my anger. I felt sad because I had so much anger, and I cried constantly about that. One time while I was crying I saw a great Angel, then I heard a voice telling me I'd get another chance, and suddenly I slept. Then I was breathing liquid. I heard muffled voices. Soothing voices. I remember coming out of you mommy. I have to learn more English. I'm so happy to be here! Thank you Mommy. I'm wanting to meet my father soon!