07-21-2017, 01:54 PM
tangerine
face to the sun
Fiato’s smile contagious. Tang admires the way she is taking so much change in stride, adaptable and sweet - the way so many children are when young. It is good Amet found the girl before one of the more unsavory characters who roam Beqanna did.
She stands still for the filly’s gentle investigation of her scents only breaking her stillness to tenderly pull a twig from the child’s forelock. “Would you like to play tag with us?” Fiato asks, her voice full of innocence and hope. Tang feels a warmth in her chest that she has not felt in a while, the feeling reminds her of spending time with her little brother and their games upon the hills of their homeland.
This is what Hyaline was meant to be. As the thought crosses her mind her amber eyes glance up to Amet, sparkling with purpose.
But quickly she returns her attention to Fiato’s hazel eyes. “Oh, I would!” She says, inching away from the filly before giving her a nudge on the shoulder. “But you will have to be it!” With a toss of her mane she trots to the west, planting a nip on Amet’s shoulder for good measure as she brushes past him on her way to the ocean.