06-05-2017, 04:35 PM
tangerine
face to the sun
Tangerine feels at home nestled in the dips and rises of the summits above Hyaline. She often stays here for days at a time, grazing, dreaming, and breathing in the wild air. Set like a jewel in the crown of the mountain tops, she is closer to the clouds and high above the torn world.
Leisurely, she grazes in one of these places above the lake when she hears an echo of Amet’s call. Her head lifts as she surveys the cliffs and lakeshore for the flash of bronze scales.
The world calls her back and she is not shy to answer in the flesh. As she trots down the mountain Tang wonders if she will possible meet up with Bristol today, the second face she had seen when she found herself in Beqanna almost a year ago. Bristol had been the first one to mention this place, back when it was known simply as The Lake, easily convincing Tang to spend her spring and summer here. Bristol may have introduced her, but Amet was doing a good job of keeping the painted mare around.
She reaches him, them, just in time to see a sleek filly crashing into the water – spraying Amet with a wave of crystals. She suppresses a laugh, for the sake of Amet’s pride, but secretly she applauds the filly for her show of sisterly dominance. For surly they must be siblings, their long legs and sleek sides match and are quite unusual, even in this land of unusual horses.
She emerges from the line of trees at a smooth trot, stopping where the grass begins to transition into pebbles and sand. She is within speaking distance, but she keeps a decent amount of space between herself and the sibling, as a sister of many she knew quarrels between sibling were best left to play out without an outsiders interference.
Her face is open, friendly and readable. Her black mane and tail are full and wild from the wind of the mountain heights. Here hooves are small and strong, her haunches are golden and stronger. She allows herself to smile then, in a peaceful way, giving a nod to the Akhal-Teke girl. But inevitably her amber gaze floats over the familiar form of Amet, and she offers him a nod also - not wanting to interrupt.