04-25-2017, 10:28 PM
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.
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.