[open] you can keep your black tongue; any

[Padme]

Padme looks up from the baby to look over the woman in front of her. Something about the look in her eye, it makes the paint mare’s heart stir in her chest. She’s not sure why, really, but a fleeting sadness washes through her and she’s not sure what it is. But Ciri’s voice breaks the light trance she’s in, her empathic moment she doesn’t understand and Pad’s lips crease in a smile.

“Oh yes,” she replies, recanting her experience of living alone in the darkness. “And for most of it I was so pregnant.” She grunts, “It was so awful.” she bumps her pale nose on the baby, continuing, “I even tried to find home – went to the Field, the only thing that came for me were the Monsters.” her heartrate rises just remembering. “I am so glad it’s over.”

PADMÉ
the high black water, the devil's daughter

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@[Ciri]

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