Whitewater Gorge viii. "i am sorry someone loved you badly"

           

This wasn’t the first lilac eyed beauty to come across her path. The woman’s pelt an elegant shade of black, a color Padma was growing more and more envious of. Her own reddish brown pelt revolting in her own eyes, and the glistening amber of her gaze the only feature she truly found redeemable. Alas she returned to her silent observation of the child. Although from this distance there was no way for Padma to truly know how old this stranger was.

Taking a few delicate and practiced steps out from the shadows she had clung to. “Thought’s can be dangerous when kept to ourselves.” Padma honestly didn’t care what the other woman was thinking of, but from Tytus she had learned that not all strangers were enemies. At least Tytus hadn’t been.