Trading My Yesterday // Morgan Heights

[Quill]

Annie's grin only grew at her mother's approval and praise of the idea, stooping down for a rag to start wiping her hands free of the brown paint; which only proved to smear more of it across her hands until it was only an eventual brown-tint to her hands that would have to be washed away later. "That's what I was going for!" she'd  chime brightly as she watched her mother finish the last bit of the tree upon the train station wall, where the branches carefully spread out across it all. It would serve a good focal point for meetings to gather, in any case, both pretty and functional.

She stepped back as she glanced to her mother to follow her words a little better, where her nose wrinkled up with the smile that she gave in return to the question as she shook her head, as if the question itself was foolish. "Always color, mama." The answer was swift to come, followed by Annie reaching back down for the small box of paints that she had laid out. "Plus, it'll let people be more creative, and we can see everyone's hands better. Rainbow of colors, mama, rainbows." Perhaps her ideas were childish at best, but when a vision was in mind, it was hard to let it go.

Turning, she held the array of colored paints out with a grin, putting on the most 'official' voice she could muster. "As the Peony of Morgan Heights, you should have the first honors, mama."

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