[private] i've got no crystal ball | ciri

[Padme]

Padme smiles, relieved. Touching Ciri softly as the mare dips in to touch the baby. Mourna leans into the scarred mare’s warm touch, by now she’s greatly familiar with the woman and her voice. Her presence is nearly as comforting as her mother’s, something she will look back on fondly when she’s grown.

“Oh, beautiful.” she smiles, taking in a deep breath. “I will go say hello shortly. I’m glad to hear he is decent.” her eyes scan the tundra. The cold is nothing to her, and the thought of raising Mourna in it, it doesn’t deter her any. Northern breeds are always the strongest of their kind. Thick skinned, crafty minds – survivors, fighters. It is no curse to be in the tundra, the wander the alpine snows, secluded from the rest of the world. “A fine winter coat will come with the temperatures – I’m quite fond of the cold, actually, and the snow.” she reaches out to touch Ciri’s shoulder softly, “You’re kind to worry about my satisfaction, but I am so grateful; this is perfect.” she finds her gaze lingering with the other woman’s for a long time. She blinks at her, as if she just now realizes something. Flicking her tail and changing the subject of what she started to think. “This will be a perfect place to raise her.” she looks down at the little red filly, always dreaming of her future.

PADMÉ
the high black water, the devil's daughter

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@[Ciri]