Dagny Duam

Dagny was leaned back against the wall of her house, a cigarette in hand. The sun was setting, turning the valley in which the town, Skaro, was built in a golden color. The sky was pretty, a blue color on one side eventually fading into a light pink color on the other. She scoffed slightly and flicked the ashes of her cigarette into the ashtray, all the affection from her partner must of been making her soft.