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Face to the sun || Warrick - Any - Tangerine - 04-25-2017 A galloping gait - one two three. Her heart is weightless in that moment of complete suspension at the end of each stride. One two three -flying. But she has no wings like the filly Bristol she has just parted with. A downhill gallop is the nearest thing to flight Tangerine will ever experience. She takes her fill. Her tail is high, a black banner behind her. Tang blazes a trail all her own. Her lugs are filled to compacity with every breath, she doesn't want to miss anything. Scent, sight, or sensatioons. Her time in this new world has not been disappointing. Unlike the plains of her birthplace there are new features to this land at every mile. Before her a stream, a splash. A fallen tree, a leap. She glances back, her smile affecting all her features, to see how the stallion takes the jump. The ground hardens, the land is changing. She shortens her stride, her pace slowing. After the freedom of the gallop the trot feels awkward and she relaxes into a loose easy walk. She had taken the lead and headed north, but now the air is changing. She has a feeling they are nearing this Tephra. His home. It's time for him to take the lead. And she wouldn't mind walking for a bit, she wants to get to know him. It's rare for her to meet a horse she doesn't see something admirable in... but he has something extra that draws her. And of course it's a bonus that he probably has the answers to most the questions buzzing around her head. The sun is entering it's last phase before dusk, the golden hour. It's one of her favorite times of the day. The slanted afternoon sunbeams filter threw the foliage forming rays filled with flecks of illuminated dust. Golden threads of the spider's webs crossed the trail before her. She is almost sad to break them with her passing. But these little beauties around them don't hold her attention they way the would if she was alone. And she lets her eyes and ears drift to Warrick. RE: Face to the sun || Warrick - Any - Warrick - 04-26-2017 w a r r i c k RE: Face to the sun || Warrick - Any - Tangerine - 04-27-2017 At her side he matches her stride and her heart is full. The exercise has left her heart beating a little quicker and stronger. She savors the sensation of her blood moving swiftly, the slight tingle as the red river inside of her brings much need oxygen to quivering muscles. Her head is full of new smell - a spicy tropical fragrance. The air here is almost drinkable. The air it thick. It smells of flowers and fruits but also salty, and something else she couldn't name but guesses is the volcano. She likes the layers of scent, salty and slightly volcanic underneath but softened with the fresh living smells of the lush earth. "You’re a wonderful travel companion," he says. She absorbs his compliment like young green leaves drink in the morning sun. And she is truly enjoying his company too. The girl had spent the last few weeks traveling in solitude and she relishes his easy company. The memory of him effortlessly clearing the fallen tree followed by the youthful toss of his head bring a short bright laugh to her lips. "I can say the same for you!" She says "we should do it again sometime" a flick of her talk towards his hocks. Their progression north and east had brought other changes than just scent. She was very aware of the difference in temperature. The shortening days and chilly nights of autumn had prompted the growth of her white and gold coat. She was plush and full to the touch but under her coat her body was firm from her ceaseless running. But here it seemed her winter insulation was unnecessary. She shook her pelt. Maybe she would shed out before spring. If not she was going to be spending a lot of time in the ocean to cool down. Of course she could just nap in the shade during the day and do her living under the moon. That was how many plains horses from her home lived during the summer months. Before them the volcano dominates the landscape. Tang pulles up to a stop, her head high, black forelock flipped behind one honey colored ear. The rocky sides of the volcano contrasted sharply with the bountiful grasses that covered the land stretching out from its foot. It seemed to preside over them. It made her feel like a sparrow in the grass - just a flicker of life in a timeless landscape. "Does it have a name?" She asked as an aside. The volcano seemed too grand a thing to not have a name. She spoke the question quietly in an absent minded way while watching the magma roil. Her eyes had the look of a daydreamer who was deep in her own world. She had always been a little superstitious (almost everyone where she came from was) and the volcano struck her as the sort of place that had a soul... and its own type of magic. But these were thoughts she would keep to her self for now and come back to think on when she alone. The daydreamer woke and her mind took a more practical turn. Tang's coat was travel worn and she was pretty sure she could feel a leafy twig twisted in her mane. A quick bath and a good roll would do her good. Her attention turns back to Warrick "You have a lovely home" she doesn't try to stifle the smile that lights up her face "I'm looking forward trekking every inch of it this winter." She shift her weight back into her haunches preparing to jump into a relaxed canter. Passing close by him, she reaches out her muzzle to place a playful nip on his withers on her way to the nearest stream. @[Warrick] RE: Face to the sun || Warrick - Any - Warrick - 05-01-2017 w a r r i c k @[Tangerine] RE: Face to the sun || Warrick - Any - Tangerine - 05-02-2017 FACE TO THE SUN The cool water enclosed around her as she slides into the stream after the auburn stallion, his soft nicked all the invitation she needs. The water softens the grime and sweat built up by traveling and she sighed as it floats away, leaving her clean. For the first time in a long time she is content to simply hold still and relax. The water draws the heat from her joints and muscles in a very relaxing way. She feels lucky to have stumbled upon such a companion as Warrick. He had made her transition to a new and strange land much easier than she even knew. And he carried himself with a quiet pride she found admirable and rare among young stallions. She feels his happiness from his tone and body language and warm content spreads threw her despite the cool water. She likes to see him happy. For a moment her mind jumps ahead to spring, when she plans to travel to The Lake and she has a flicker of misgiving. But she pushes that aside. Her winter here in the tropics is what matters now. She has so much to do before spring blossomed. "Maybe, by the end of winter she will tell us her name." Smiling at her own fancy she turns her gaze to the volcano. Here eyes glowed golden, reflecting the starlight and magma in fragments. The violent emissions of smoke and fire she sees are simultaneously thrilling and threatening. But her attention floats back downstream to Warrick. Questions have been piling up in her mind. The question that has been reoccurring most in her thoughts surfaces first. "That filly, with the wings... and you with your navy points... are these things common here?" She gestured with her head meaning to include all of Beqanna (although she did not know that was its name) "I had heard there was magic in this part of the world, but I didn't assume I would find it so easily. Were you born with any? Is it true that there are horses with ways to manipulate the world in strange ways? Back home we have stories of fire breathers and shape shifters, but we have all kinds of stories. You never know which ones to take as truth." She had been told she believed too easily in folk tales and strange stories. But in such a big world there was inevitably mysteries. Lore couldn't be discredited just because she had never seen or felt the things sung in the songs. Her forelock drips heavily into her face, little rivers run down her flanks. With a shake of her head droplets rain away in a star shower, catching light as they fly away. As the sun dips below the horizon line the two are wrapped in an artificial twilight. The fiery mountain and its fingers of lava casts a warm glow on the surrounding world. Despite the ambient light the stars mange to hold their own, contrasting the red glow with blazing white brilliance Tangerine @[Warrick] RE: Face to the sun || Warrick - Any - Warrick - 05-07-2017 w a r r i c k @[Tangerine] I started this post and forgot that we were doing a time warp thingy cause I am a mess. So feel free to do whatever you want in the next post and I will follow willingly <3333 RE: Face to the sun || Warrick - Any - Tangerine - 05-08-2017 tangerine face to the sun "I'm so sorry!" He exclaims as her eyes widen and she sakes her head in disagreement with his words. "Warrick! You have been perfect." She couldn't have invented a better guide, a more fit segway between her old life and the new. A chill breeze lifts her forelock placing a kiss her on her brow before spiraling away, onto other adventures. A breeze is always on the move. If a breeze ceases to move it no longer existed- it became nothing, stagnant air. She closes her eyes and savers the cool. She feels completely at ease here in the stream with Warrick as the night settles over them. Tephra is just, if not more, lovely at night she decides. He speaks of magic and fairies and she listens like a child. A laugh sits waiting in her throat, ready to chime but never does. She isn't quite sure if he is playing with her or being serious. But she searches his face intently drawing information not only from what his words tell her but also his body, his features. He wasn't making this up. This place is straight from a fairy tale. Hearing strange stories makes them easier believe when they happen to you. The volcano grumbles like a beast in sleep. As is to confirm that this was no ordinary world. A chill passes over her racking its thin cool fingers threw her hair, her skin. in the scilence which follows she is glad for his closeness. The sounds of the night go unregistered around her as she processes the implications of a world with boundless, deep magic. His voice pulls her out of contemplation, gently leading her back. He speaks of his family and there is no joy in his voice. He leans into her and she welcomes his touch. Whether his mind agrees or not, his body seeks the comfort she has to give. Her thoughts can't help but return to the two hints of sadness he has (probably unintentionally) given her. She was always looking for the deeper story. She wants to play the part he needs. The sister, or the lover. Her heart is extensive, she can be many different things without losing any other part of her self. Her soul is vast, she has plenty to give. Like the goddess of love she is strong and bright, blessed with an inner glow, she has energy to give him if he needs it. But he hasn't asked for her help. And although she feels connected to him despite the relatively short time they had been together, she knows stallions can be flighty when it comes to unsolicited care. And anyway, he pushes the conversation on. Returning to the topic of magic. She hears his warning, but like any young spirit who hasn't seen much trouble she doesn't let the seriousness sink in. She affectionately presses her neck into his, leaning her head on his check for just a moment. So far her new home is more than she dreamed it would be. The traveling, excitement, and novelty of the day are beginning to take their toll on her young body. And she looks to the soft riverbank. It's time for that roll. "it's been a good day." She sighs happily. "Is this an all right place to rest? Or should we find somewhere more sheltered... away from the gremlins?" From anyone else this may have sounded sarcastic or blasé. Despite the fact she was half joking, her voice maintained its innocence. She knew that here, anything was possible. "I like to sleep under the stars." …………....................................... OOC- @[Warrick] You can start that new mid winter thread now if you want! Feel free to assume she is excited to see him/staring happily at a flower/taking to the volcano... whatever lol |