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[Tangerine]

Tangerine

In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep

Her dreams are vague in these days of little rest. Even when her body stills her mind continues to race, and the smallest murmmer from her mate is enough to bring her full attention to him. Tangerine remains below the earth, tending him, sending the children to gather fresh grasses for him to eat. But Warrick never eats much, and reminding him to drink from the grottos little pool is more important anyway. 

Her days pass in a daze, never fully here nor there, but always beside him. 

She had always been a traveler, flighty and rambling, but six children had grounded her and Warrick's affection had settled her. She wasn't the girl who wandered from one side of the continent to the other on a whim anymore, and that was fine by her. Tephra had everything she needed, and short journeys to the common lands were enough to give her a taste of freedom when she felt the restlessness coming on. But anytime she left it wasn't for long. For the call of her children and husband was stronger than that of someplace new, and the warmth they gave her was more valuable than her lonely independence.  

But now she needs to calls upon that girl once again, to journey to the battleground and face her kings usurper, to lead her family from a place which was no longer theirs. If only, If only...

She rises to her feet as the stranger enters, hope kindling in her liquid-amber eyes. Tang steps forward to press a grateful kiss to her daughters brow. Her delicate little bird was growing up, and her mother's heart is burning with pride at the sight of her. But the brief interaction paces in a breath, and the full force of the seers attention turns to the newcomer. 

"Do you think you can help him?" 

@[laura] @[jenger]