Meadow, the second of her name, carries herself with her mother's elegance. Though there's nothing terribly exciting about her coloring, her coat, the way she looks, the girl is still elegant. Understated. Strange, too, but all of the good things tend to balance that out.

The young Meadow wears a base coat of cream, with a cape of varying sooty browns borrowed from her grandmother. Her paw pads are grey, mottled with just a bit of pink through them, and a nose the color of oncoming twilight. Dove grey, if you would. The skin around her eyes, her lips, is a true, dark black. The top of Meadow's head, the top of her neck, are desaturated-- a lighter grey layered beneath a darker one. Colors that you'd see among her parents. It's clear that this is a girl of her own flesh and blood, even at a glance. appearance

Meadow wears her grandmother's name, her grandmother's colors, and she carries her grandmother's kind heart within her chest. Though her kindness is a bit of a different brand, maybe a bit blunt, maybe a bit strange... it's still kindness. She cares deeply, greatly. She worries, intensely. Everything she feels, it will be turned up. It will be turned far up. By the same token, the intense emotions will often cause her to become overwhelmed.

Throughout her young life, Meadow's beating heart will be worn on her sleeve, a gleaming badge of courage but easily wounded. There are things, so many things, that she doesn't quite understand. Intricacies, social contracts, constructs... she doesn't get it. She doesn't get it, but it will take her time to learn how to wear a mask. Meadow will forever be a tender heart, fairly easily wounded, fairly easily upset.

This is an odd girl. A girl that has a heart bigger than she understands, and a need to know. She has a need to know things, and will ask all the questions she feels she needs to, she feels she can. Ask, maybe to the point of being irritating. That's okay, though. A little anxious, a little needy, but intensely loving and curious.personality