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The weather was underrated. Padme was sitting in a grassy clearing, her feet tucked under her as she scribbled away in a notebook. She didn't realise, but she was singing softly, a common Nubian song of celebration and peace that was written over a thousand years before.
She'd had to learn it when she'd become Queen, but she rather liked it - if she'd even been thinking about the song in question.
Her hair was tied back from her face, her bare feet in the grass - she'd finally been able to keep a little food down with Claire's help, and... she was embracing this chance with both hands.
[OOC: Open to everyone! :D]
She'd had to learn it when she'd become Queen, but she rather liked it - if she'd even been thinking about the song in question.
Her hair was tied back from her face, her bare feet in the grass - she'd finally been able to keep a little food down with Claire's help, and... she was embracing this chance with both hands.
[OOC: Open to everyone! :D]