tangerine
face to the sun
Tangerine’s visit to the field had rewarded her with several new acquaintances. Despite the chill in the air, she is glad that she has made the journey - the painted buckskin mare had an open heart and she was always ready to change strangers into friends. She was raised as a nomad like most the residents of her homeland, and she had always been surrounded by new faces.
So, even though she is heading back to Hyaline, when she spots a spotted mare cantering in tight circles she decides she must stop and make sure the girl is alright. With a toss of her head and a whinny she heads in the direction of the multi color mare. “Hello!” Tang calls out, her young voice clear and bright. “Where do you hail from? Is everything alright?”