Golden Slumbers | Open | {Tangerine}

[Tangerine]

tangerine

face to the sun

Beqanna was a strange world made stranger when set in contrast to Alma’s Heart. Tangerine had a supple soul and an adaptable mind, but even so, the rampant lust for power over fellow creatures she saw saddened and exhausted her. The burn on her leg was a constant reminder of the demon which haunted this land unseen- taking shelter in the hearts of so many of Beqanna’s best. Sometimes, it made her feel a stranger.

 Sometimes it made her want to run hard and not stop until she found the land of Alm’harat again.

But the Red Mare greets her with recognition in her eyes and Tang is home. The scent of the red singer is wild and different from any she has known is this last year, yet wholly familiar. It is the scent of love shared, wild herbs and magic - it transports Tang to a summer night so long ago. A night of dancing and stories when she was just a lanky filly inventing her own heartbreaks and whishing on stars, like many from her childhood, but one her own children would never know.

Jah-Lilah eyes her with a look of knowing and approval and the painted dreamer suppresses the shyness she suddenly feels under the gaze of her mother’s friend. She is aware that she only resembles the filly she had left behind on the plains, and she hoped the changes her travels had made on her were for the better. Luckily the self-consciousness passes quickly and Tang’s bright amber eyes quickly find Jah’s green.

“Hail, lay-singer. You always were the traveler.”  She meets Jah’s muzzle with her own. “I dreamed you were here, I had to find you after that.” She views the other woman with something akin to reverence, marveling at the fact that once again her dreams had whispered truth to her.