tangerine
face to the sun
Tangerine is grazing, languidly following the timeless and unmarked trail of greener grasses. The Meadow produces some of her favorites and that is why she chose to rest here, the seeping wound in the white flesh of her left hock demands she travel at a slower pace this time. She is continuously dividing her time between Hyaline and Tephra – so the fall finders her wandering once again.
For most of her journey she had been completely alone. Avoiding the used that the residence of Beqanna most frequently traveled. But the meadow is open and the sun is bright, there is a peaceful breeze tumbling her mane, and she forgets to worry. She isn’t a worrier by nature, and even though only a few days have passed sense she was dealt a burn by a mysterious silhouette of a stallion, she is already forgetting the brunt of the trauma… during the day at least. Nights are another matter.
But there is plenty of sunlight left in this one, and she draws her head up from the tall grasses which obscure her view of the world around her. Surprisingly close she spots a large form, two forms, tangled together in tranquility.
The mare puffs at dandelions idly, the stallion lays passive on his companion with a deep familiarity. She is drawn to the picture of tranquility they paint and finds herself grazing closer to them. But then she wonders if they are lovers who are looking for a quiet moment together and she almost turns her back to them. But before she does the stallion tugs at the mares mane unprovoked and the look on her face as she grumbles inaudible words is a look which only sisters wear… or at least not one of a lover.
She smiles and her heart reaches out to them. She nickers a greeting then, and takes a few steps in their direction, continuing to tear grass with her young white teeth. Her black forelock falls into her gold and cream face, but her amber eyes watch them to see if she should run or stay.
@[Kristin]