07-05-2017, 10:40 AM
tangerine
face to the sun
It is the kind of winter day that makes Tang love winter. The blue of the sky is the sort of blue you can only see on a clam and cold day like this – brilliant, pure, endless. The air feels as if a sharp whinny could crack it and the snow is fresh and new.
It is only the second time the honey and cream mare has ventured to The Field, but the first time had become a day she will never forget. A little over a year ago on a blazing autumn evening she had stood with the wind tangling her black mane and her body quivering with excitement. This time, as she enters the grassland, the memory of her exuberance is palpable. Her stride lengthens, it doesn’t take long before she is nearing the more populated center of the field.
She doesn’t intend to stop, it is about time she returned to Hyaline. But on a day like this it just feels good to run. Her gaze floats lazily across the different types of equine gathered as she moves, but it is not her eyes which ask her to stop and investigate, it is her ears.
A young mare’s voice drifts across the still air and snow to Tang and she can’t hide the smile that brightens her features. The words she speaks remind Tang very much of the feelings she had felt in this same place a year ago.
A change of plans never bothered Tangerine, so she decides today is a good day to meet someone new. They grey mare had a magnetic vitality that Tang was drawn to, Hyaline, Amet, could use someone like her.
Tang stops beside the scaled boy, who has already greeted the mare and offers them both the friendly smile which comes naturally to her. She gives the striped grey a moment to respond before she too greets her. “And I’m Tang.” Her words come out with a white cloud of her breath, her body being warmed from her run. “It is a beautiful day for an adventure.”