tangerine
face to the sun
He pulls her close, and she willingly lays her cheek to his chest, the nearness of his pulse quickening her own again. The intimacy of the embrace has her leaning into him, and ironically it almost feels like he is comforting her. His voice rumbles and she feels it deep at the source, before she hears it.
"Enough." He says strong and decisive, ending the conversation. How much time has passed? Not long, but much has changed between them. She is glad he told her, a burden like that, it wasn't meant to be carried alone. But Tang is also partly relieved the topic is passed, she feels inadequate in such a shadow. Maybe she wasn't enough for him, maybe no one was.
And just as as the thought is going threw her mind there are his lips, pressed to hers just long enough to steal the breath from her lungs. Just as quickly the gentle touch is gone, but his taste lingers. She opens her eyes, not realizing she had ever closed them. Oh, Warrick. You are going to make leaving hard on me. His face is still near hers.
“You’ll be surprised to know that you have not explored all of Tephra just yet."
Naturally her curiosity peaks and as he stands and shakes she does the same, a lingering tension falling from her coat with the sand and tiny seashells. Once again she feels his touch on the crest of her neck and she playfully shakes her mane from side to side. He tucks his chin his neck forming a graceful arch and a smile breaks across her face.
Gladly she follows as he takes them up the coast and back into the lush greenery of Tephra. Her gaze floats to the stars as she trails him, she notices they have shifted. They whisper of approaching spring. But her own travels can't hold her thoughts, and the idea of a filly and mare galloping together across the stars is what keeps coming back to her. It's a poetic idea, not death - no carcass left behind, just stardust and an empty heart of a loving son and brother. Where they really gone? Were they really a part of the heavens now? Or were they just transported buy one of the fairies he had spoken of to another territory, still flesh and bones? These were probably things he pondered too. But that wound had been bled enough for one night, she wasn't about to ask.
In front of he he continues to lead them. She watches the muscles of his legs flex and the flashes of blue as his hooves strike the soft earth. She lengthens her stride to pull up beside him, flashing him a smile, glade to be moving again.
"What in Tephra have I not seen yet, Warrick." She says loudly over the thunder of their hooves. Maybe the volcano had told him her name.
@[Warrick]