09-16-2017, 05:48 PM
tangerine
face to the sun
Spring has arrived, and like the quickening of the sap in the trees, Tang's blood flows faster. As the sun rises over her mountain clearing she hears Amet's call mix with the morning birdcalls and she is instantly awake. She doesn't pause to graze before starting to trot in the direction of the sound.
He calls again, closer, and she can feel the vibrations of his stride nearing. She returns her own high whinny as he calls for a third time, now in a full gallop.
The air is still cool for spring, but it is heavily perfumed with young blossoms. The water is crisp and almost chilly as the painted mare follows in Amet's wake. The joy and playfulness in the dragon king's movements make her heart light and she happily allows herself partake in the joy he exudes. He has a right to be proud - he has worked tirelessly to build this small yet bright kingdom. As he comes to a halt and Tangerine places a friendly nip on his withers before swimming off to the side to allow the others room to gather around their king. She finds a place in the water where she can face Amet with all four hooves on the lakebed before looking across those gathered for the face of their queen - Iset.
Tangerine had not seen the spirited girl since her return and was curious to see the woman she would have become over the last year. In an odd way, she missed the troublemaker's fiery presence staling the mountain summits.
With the water lapping at her round belly she returns her attention to the Akhal-teke stallion.