Disclaimer: Everything recognizable as Tortall belongs to Tamora Pierce. I'm just playing in her world…again…

A/N: Once again, I've started something…but for once, it's done before I started posting. I've got a hundred themes written, and they will be posted ten at a time, because I've been working on other stuff, and I haven't had the time to completely transfer all of them from my notebooks to my laptop. So, enjoy, and don't forget to review, you may get an update faster if you do.

Red

Beka's eyes were red from crying. All of the family that she'd ever had was gone. They'd shunned her because she'd chosen Rosto. She was hurting, but, even crying, Rosto thought she looked beautiful.

Grey

"You've a grey hair, Rosto," Beka told him one morning at breakfast. He frowned at her and scrambled back upstairs to look in the mirror. He came back down a few moments later, looking annoyed. "I do not."

White

The day that Rosto found his first white hair was an interesting day. He threw a fit the moment that he noticed it. Everyone in the house but Beka fled. It was she who comforted him and assured him that he was not old.

Black

His eyes were as black as night, and always full of mischief. That was one of the things that Beka said that she loved about him. The other was his not-so-black heart.

Blue

In turn, Rosto loved her unusual blue eyes. The only blue things that he didn't like on her were the bruises she frequently returned from Watch with, and the blue of her lips when she came back from Watch in a blizzard.

Purple

Purple eyes watched them during breakfast. Pounce, constellation cat, though he was, had been sent for more than one reason. One of his own reasons was to make sure that his Terrier was happy.

Brown

A squeal cut through the air on a rainy day. It was followed by the splat of something wet hitting bare skin. Rosto the Piper glared at Beka. He scraped the mud off of his face and lobbed it at her. She squealed again as the brown glob hit her.

Green

Beka twirled the green stem of the flower that she'd found tacked to her door. It was a tiger lily, her favorite. It was a sweet gift that Rosto had given to her – for it could only have been Rosto. No one else knew that she liked tiger lilies.

Pink

Rosto loved the way she flushed when he flirted with her. From then on, it was his goal to see how much pink he could get to color her cheeks. His flirtations never went to far, but they always brought that color to her face.

Colorless

She hated the way his face was colorless as he grimaced in pain. The one day that there were no healers in the Lower City, he's had to get injured. "I'm alright, Beka," he told her, a pained smile on his face.

"You had better be, you great looby!"