tangerine
face to the sun
Seeing the two of them before her, both hail and healthy fills Tangerine with flowing comfort. Her amber eyes aglow, she scans Warrick's frame as the duo approaches, noticing the signs of a long day of traveling. Despite the long journey from his tropical home he doesn't look worn or even tired, he looks like the same Warrick who enchanted her in Tephra not so long ago - only a little sleeker in his summer coat. Each one of these men have carved a place for himself in her young, soft, heart - something she would never deny to anyone.
Amet greats her with a touch to her neck and she smiles warmly at him, bumping her soft nose to his in response. Not once has Tang been disappointed to see the young stallion - whether he be climbing the slopes of the mountains to find her, or she seeks him out under the wisteria, she can't smother the girlishness he brings out in her. "Amet! And what a wonderful surprise it is!"
But many miles have separated her from her first friend in Beqanna for too long, and her movement sings of her happiness as she glides to Warrick, not allowing him the final two steps in his approach. His lips are warm as he lingers in his touch, Tang tilts her head to gently rest her crown against his for a moment before he pulls away. "And now I know you are good for your promises." She nearly whispers. She has many questions for him, she wants to know, really know, how he had been fairing.
But the serenity is shattered when another horse appears, with a sultry 'hello boys' that is not spoken but still clear. The girl addresses Tang and she responds with a nod, caught off guard by the interruption. The newcomer is tall and confident and Tang gives a modest smile as the dark mare eludes to Warrick's thoughts.
His words from their last night together under the winter stars echo for the first time that day, but the one hundred time that summer. Tang is still confused about where their relationship stands, he had refused her bodily, but their conversation had been the most intimate of her life. Somehow, she wills herself not to think on the specifics of the tragedy he had shared with her. The event which had carved an invisible wound - a gasping chasm in his ribs and his left his heart forever bleeding. The wound which had prevented her form touching him in the way she has ached to that winter.
Maybe she had been a fool to leave him. But leaving was the only thing she had done with any consistency. She had left her family for the sake of someplace new, and she doesn’t want to think any stallion has more power over her than her beloved mother and little brother had.
But her musing is only half formed in her mind, for of a surge of feeling than actual words and she pulls herself back to reality easily.
This stranger is fascinating. With a twinge of sadness, she pulls herself from Warrick's gravity, taking a step towards the tall filly. The brazen newcomer has sparked her flammable curiosity. Tang address the fiery girl with her voice, even though it is obvious she is reading their thoughts. Her habit of speaking words before she thinks them is now useful for the first time in her life. “I had made someone a promise I would come to Hyaline in the spring, Bristol, it was.” By now of course she could have returned to Tephra, but she had been enjoying her time here. Amet had been making sure of that.
She should probably say more, but she isn't quite sure who to address.
Tang can't help but glance at the familiar way the mind reader touches Amet, and she is surprised to find that instead of jealousy she only feels slightly amused. She knew firsthand how magnetic he could be. An image appears in her mind of Amet shimmering in the lake, during a swim they had taken not so long ago.
Amet had a charm that Tang knew she could not be the only one to appreciate. The Akhal-Teke was beautiful, his passion for his home was admirable. He carried himself like a king, yet he never acted as of he were above anyone she had seen him interact with. He made her feel wanted and engaging, his touch made her tingle... and who didn't want that?
Whether it be from her naivety or her open upbringing she doesn't think to feel embarrassed by the situation, she is simply content that fate has spun them together for this moment.
She smiles wryly at the other filly, flipping her heavy forelock behind one ear with a toss of her skull. Her next words she clearly forms with her thoughts instead of her voice as a kind of experiment.
I have never stayed in one place fore very long, there is so much to do in this big world.
Amet greats her with a touch to her neck and she smiles warmly at him, bumping her soft nose to his in response. Not once has Tang been disappointed to see the young stallion - whether he be climbing the slopes of the mountains to find her, or she seeks him out under the wisteria, she can't smother the girlishness he brings out in her. "Amet! And what a wonderful surprise it is!"
But many miles have separated her from her first friend in Beqanna for too long, and her movement sings of her happiness as she glides to Warrick, not allowing him the final two steps in his approach. His lips are warm as he lingers in his touch, Tang tilts her head to gently rest her crown against his for a moment before he pulls away. "And now I know you are good for your promises." She nearly whispers. She has many questions for him, she wants to know, really know, how he had been fairing.
But the serenity is shattered when another horse appears, with a sultry 'hello boys' that is not spoken but still clear. The girl addresses Tang and she responds with a nod, caught off guard by the interruption. The newcomer is tall and confident and Tang gives a modest smile as the dark mare eludes to Warrick's thoughts.
His words from their last night together under the winter stars echo for the first time that day, but the one hundred time that summer. Tang is still confused about where their relationship stands, he had refused her bodily, but their conversation had been the most intimate of her life. Somehow, she wills herself not to think on the specifics of the tragedy he had shared with her. The event which had carved an invisible wound - a gasping chasm in his ribs and his left his heart forever bleeding. The wound which had prevented her form touching him in the way she has ached to that winter.
Maybe she had been a fool to leave him. But leaving was the only thing she had done with any consistency. She had left her family for the sake of someplace new, and she doesn’t want to think any stallion has more power over her than her beloved mother and little brother had.
But her musing is only half formed in her mind, for of a surge of feeling than actual words and she pulls herself back to reality easily.
This stranger is fascinating. With a twinge of sadness, she pulls herself from Warrick's gravity, taking a step towards the tall filly. The brazen newcomer has sparked her flammable curiosity. Tang address the fiery girl with her voice, even though it is obvious she is reading their thoughts. Her habit of speaking words before she thinks them is now useful for the first time in her life. “I had made someone a promise I would come to Hyaline in the spring, Bristol, it was.” By now of course she could have returned to Tephra, but she had been enjoying her time here. Amet had been making sure of that.
She should probably say more, but she isn't quite sure who to address.
Tang can't help but glance at the familiar way the mind reader touches Amet, and she is surprised to find that instead of jealousy she only feels slightly amused. She knew firsthand how magnetic he could be. An image appears in her mind of Amet shimmering in the lake, during a swim they had taken not so long ago.
Amet had a charm that Tang knew she could not be the only one to appreciate. The Akhal-Teke was beautiful, his passion for his home was admirable. He carried himself like a king, yet he never acted as of he were above anyone she had seen him interact with. He made her feel wanted and engaging, his touch made her tingle... and who didn't want that?
Whether it be from her naivety or her open upbringing she doesn't think to feel embarrassed by the situation, she is simply content that fate has spun them together for this moment.
She smiles wryly at the other filly, flipping her heavy forelock behind one ear with a toss of her skull. Her next words she clearly forms with her thoughts instead of her voice as a kind of experiment.
I have never stayed in one place fore very long, there is so much to do in this big world.
Don't feel bad if you shatter her happy little dream world of everyone getting along :|