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Dreams of Colour - Rouhi - 07-28-2019 keep your dreams in check Rouhi RE: Dreams of Colour - City - 08-09-2019 Strolling about Beqanna seems to be mostly what Padme’s little life has consisted of. Following her mother faithfully, stuck to her side and quietly observing everything that passes her by. She’s seen some interesting things – some things she will forget and some things she will be branded in her memories for the rest of her days. City is skinny, but not quite cripple looking. A little bony beneath her red-freckled hide as she moves underneath the forest’s dripping shadows. The gray mare and her tiny piebald baby, bright eyed and bouncy as she moves closely glued to the tall mare’s hip. The rain stirs a beautiful smell, an aroma that Padme will later cherish. The pair moves in silence like cats, the sound of their quiet foot patter and the rain filtering through the canopy. Sunlight is trying to come through, touching the forest floor in a soft dappling light that comes. The storm seems to be a quickly passing one, or perhaps just a scout cloud for a bigger storm to come; the forest is always a pleasant place during a storm, as long as the trees above are sturdy. They pass a patch of stirred earth as they walk with no particular place in mind, just walking about. They are not loud, moving over the moss beds tenderly as they move through the trees. City investigates where the stallion had rolled and determines his close proximity and his familiar smell as well. “Rouhi.” her granite voice calls out to him and it echoes through the sentinel trees. The child looks up to her mother and then back to the foggy spaces between the wide trunks to see what might emerge. CITY & PADME
the high black water, the devil's daughter @[Rouhi] RE: Dreams of Colour - Rouhi - 08-12-2019 keep your dreams in check Rouhi RE: Dreams of Colour - City - 09-12-2019 The forest is quiet. Only the mother’s footsteps and the child’s swishing tail are heard over a symphony of breathing and gently falling raindrops. Pinewood and moss, the fresh smells stirred by a passing rainstorm. It is a favorite smell of Padme’s already; perhaps the Forest could even be considered a favorite place of hers. She loves to move through the thick fog, watching it dance and swirl ghoulishly away from her and litter her fur with prismatic sparkles when it settles. The birds begin to come out, to chirp and sing their melodies as they beckon the sun back out even if it only for a few humid hours. Shafts of light illuminate the spaces between the trees, the mists flowing patiently between the trunks as it rises to evaporate. Her ears prick to his footsteps, his smell carrying up into her nose and she grins. His voice is next, calm and gentlemanly. She remembers the feeling of his voice in her ear, the sound of his chuckle and the smell of his flesh. She stands silent, alerting the child to do the very same (which she does). She lets the quiet sink in,a cloud of mist moving between them to allow the space between the three to clear. She stares at him and with a soft tone, the ghost woman speaks. “Hello Rouhi.” she whuffs, taking a confident step forward, her kid keeping to her hip. “I thought maybe you’d like to see what you made.” She steps aside to allow him to see her, and in that second or so, Padme realizes who she is looking at. Rouhi was her father, her mother has told her as much. The filly is shy, but for whatever reason she was embarrassed to show it and so she pushed herself to step forward. “Hello.” she blinks, looking up at him in wonderment and a little sprinkle of fear. CITY & PADME
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