[open] Watch it all fall out.

[Padme]

“Here.” City’s frosted voice is low, subtle like the sand in an hour glass, but sharp enough for her daughter’s ears to pick it up. The pair of mares traveled together from the riverbanks where they’ve been for some months now. Padme was born on the Mountain and has spent her whole life following closely behind her mother, listening, watching, and mostly listening. And now the Field, the rite of passage almost every Beqannian citizen does at least once if not hundreds of times. The mother, pale and scarred, blood stains painting her face beneath her distant yellow eyes, gives only a gentle nudge of her muzzle to the tobiano’s shoulder before spinning away and disappearing into the ether.

Padme looks onto the expanse of rolling emerald hills with a stone in her gut. It isn’t optimism she feels, but dread. Its apparently something her mother requires of her, or the world requires it of her, or something – she isn’t sure, but she surely has no interest in it. Talk to strangers? Yuck. Find a place to permanently stay? Gross. Adopt friends and acquaintances? No freakin’ thank you…but alas…here she is.

She’s been delivered like a ham for easter. Standing there nervously in the rose-gold light of a quickly fading afternoon she looks as uncomfortable as she feels. It would be a fool’s errand to take her for truly being alone, for her mother surely lurks in the shadows, and will no doubt follow whomever tries to lead her daughter away. 

PADMÉ
the high black water, the devil's daughter

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so padme needs a home
her mom made her do this
city is lurking somewhere close and is likely to follow, if thats otay 
and anywhere but icicle isle is cool beans <3