”lady satine. “ the little child, runs up to the fair-haired woman AS QUICKLY as her little legs allow her, voice echoing in the hall. her arms HOVER upwards, a gesture signalling the woman to pick her up as padmé frowns, eyes red && wet with tears. “ i know it’s past my bedtime, my lady. ” she sniffed, GRATEFUL that they were alone without any spectators to witness the scene. “ but i had A SCARY DREAM, i was afraid to be by myself —— am i in trouble??? ”
Ever since my friend Graham post his summit photo of Mount Baker’s shadow I’ve been driven to go capture one of my own. This is Mount Cheam’s shadow. If you look closely you can see the Brocken Spectre casting a ring shaped rainbow around the peak.