06-26-2017, 07:13 PM
tangerine
face to the sun
The stallion calls out to her in a friendly way and Tang is easily convinced that they are friends. She trots over the small distance separating them, her gold and cream legs stepping high in the sea of grasses. Before long, she stops in front of the pair, her look quizzical yet friendly. Their more and less painted coats remind her of the horses of her homeland, so simple and natural. But the scent of burning lingers, preventing her from fully relaxing, and there is no way for her to tell if the smoke is in the air or only her mind.
As she nears she is distracted from the hint of acidity in the air by a more welcoming smell – a very familiar smell. The mare says hello, and it is not like Tang to not return a kindness.
“Hi! are you guys from Tephra?” The salt and tropical scents hang heavily off them, in contrast to the crisp fall scent the rest of Beqanna is beginning to take on. She wonders is Warrick is in Tephra now, or if he is traveling… maybe these two are his friends.
“I’m Tang, I’m coming from Hyaline.” She offers, her heavy black tail whisking away the insects which land on her burnt hock from time to time. She wants to ask about Warrick, but she refrains... it's only polite to let them answer her first question before bombarding them with more.
So, Tang reaches her muzzle out to the mare and then the stallion in greeting, hoping they don't mind company.
@[Kristin]