Dreams of Colour

[City]

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

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@[Rouhi]