Silver Moraine I didn't want to grow up, not really

           

Halting midstep, Padma turned toward the sound. Forcing the rising panic in her chest, she instead forced a calm exterior to show. A chilly glare set in her reflective amber eyes. The young woman had had no notion that another was with her, the wind missing her snout in just the right angle.

Just like that night.

Shrugging off a shiver, Padma took in that other lady. The lilac gaze caught her attention first, and Padma tilted her head. A beautiful colour, purple had always been her favourite. The other, was young but not as young as herself. A mixture of browns and orangy colour draped the other girl. “What do you want?” The off standish question easily rolled off of Pad’s tongue.