Mudminnow River gonna make a scene

her solitude was interrupted by another, a dark woman with eyes of an odd colour she had never before seen in quite that hue. purple. she became aware of the gaze only after the woman neared, and she had pulled herself up into a semi-alert sitting stance, settling on her haunches lightly. the winterborn had never seen purple except in the evening sky, at a few rare times, for she had not lived to see the flowers and buds and plants that would bear that colour come spring and summer.

she was enamoured with the eyes, and her gaze flicked to them repetitively. it occurred to her that she did not, in fact, know the colour that lay within her own optics- she wondered if it was purple. that would be rather fetching, wouldn't it? the woman speaks, asking a question, and Dawn replies with a shrug. "I like to be on my own, sometimes."  she said casually, containing her excitement at meeting a stranger with really cool eyes. "They're back there."  she added with a vague toss of her muzzle. far back, and hopefully Suny had not followed her this time- she would rip his head off if he tried to treat her like she was helpless again. "Who're you?"