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The Summer Months Were Our Best [Iset] - Tangerine - 06-15-2017 https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Rouge+Script "rel="stylesheet"> tangerine face to the sun A crescent moon is hanging above the mountain peaks. The sounds of the night are gentle and low, as it is many hours beyond dusk. Even at night the mountain wind is present, and Tangerine has her back turned to it. She drifts in and out of slumber, her four strong legs holding her up involuntarily as she rests her weight heavily into one hip, her head low. The painted mare has called these summits home for nearly six months, and she feels safe here. She hasn’t bothered to hide herself at night, like she does when she travels. Tang dozes in a summit clearing on the western sides of Hyaline, between the sea and the lake – that particular view has made this mountain one of her favorite places in Beqanna. Between dreams her ebony tail swats lazily at her sides of its own accord. She dreams nonsensical dreams, fragments of the past and future. But her dreaming ends and she blinks herself awake. With a shake of her neck and shoulders she loosens her muscles before sluggishly looking around the moonlit clearing. Dispute all the things she loves about Hyaline, she feels herself growing reastless and plump from the months of relative stillness. She thinks of traveling north sometime soon, to see if she will find the arctic or the ocean. But she will see where the wind takes her when the time comes, she hasn't reached that point yet. She sighs. Maybe Amet it up at this time of night... maybe that's him she hears off in the distance. RE: The Summer Months Were Our Best [Iset] - Iset - 06-20-2017 Iset RE: The Summer Months Were Our Best [Iset] - Tangerine - 06-22-2017 tangerine face to the sun Tangerine’s mind refuses to fully awaken. With her lids weighed down by seep, she turns her head to look towards whoever may be approaching. Nearly dripping starlight, a girl stands not so far away, looking at her. The stranger appears silver in the midnight light, her coat reflecting light in the most unusual way. “Who are you?” The starlight girl asks, slumber heavy in her voice. Tangerine thinks, treading water in her mind. The tide of sleep refusing to release her. She drifts between present and past. “I don’t know what I am” Tang had told Warrick - in the gloom and the mist when he had placed kisses one by one down her spine. “You are the ocean...” Warrick had told her, his voice deep as the crashing of waves. “Mahal,” Amet had called her, with a sparkle in his eye. “…constantly moving and unstoppable.” They had agreed - but at separate times, in separate worlds. “I am Tang.” She settles for, her swirling dreams receding but still pooling around her ankles. Choices where more difficult at night, and Tang had never been good at choosing to start with. “…You know my brother.” Says the sister of the dragon king. Not a question, not an accusation, a statement. Tang searches her tone for any hint of hostility or amusement, but the girl is unreadable. Iset. The name surfaces in her mind. “My relationship with them is rocky at best.” He had confessed to her, on that day when he almost told her his secret. The day he had called her his friend. And Tang turns then, slowly and quietly reaching her velvet muzzle out to Iset, an olive branch under the stars. “I know your brother.” She affirms, as gently as the salty breeze. “But I don’t know you.” @[Bai] Hey! have fun in Jamaica! no rush on this RE: The Summer Months Were Our Best [Iset] - Iset - 07-17-2017 Iset Ugh it's yucky but I tried :/ RE: The Summer Months Were Our Best [Iset] - Tangerine - 07-21-2017 tangerine face to the sun Iset speaks again, recoiling from her extended muzzle, and Tang is no longer left trying to decipher her emotions. The little Queen makes her feeling plain. But Tang had a (mostly) gentle soul and the harsh tone and haughty words roll off her back like falling leaves. Her face remains as still as the surface of the lake. Shouldn’t you be sleeping? At Iset’s final question a short low laugh rumbles quietly in her throat Aye, little queen, I should be. But the words do not reach her mouth, she didn’t think the girl would see her words as banter like her brother would. The brother and sister were very different creatures. Tang averts her amber eyes from the desert mres intense gaze to look across the moonlit lake far below. Why was she up here? Tang had been drawn to the summits from the time she first arrived, and now she was being asked to explain herself. She has a suspicion Iset doesn’t actually care why she enjoys the mountain tops, but it is only polite to reply to questions when Queens ask them. “The mountain summits are wild, and the air is always changing… and you can’t bet the view.” She pauses for a moment, her honey gaze lifting to the rocky spine of the mountains. “The way the moonlight hits the peaks, the raging wind, it's a harsh beauty.” Much like you. She doesn't add out loud to the young Queen. She looks back to Iset then, curious about this coppery mare unlike anyone she has every know. "Is this your favorite place to be?" @[Iset] |