07-18-2017, 03:29 PM
tangerine
face to the sun
The girl is fast. Tang is fully extending in her gallop, running with everything she has and Rubble is catching up. Over the thunder of their hooves she hears the newcomers young voice on the wind and her words bring a smile to Tang’s face. It isn’t too often that painted mare finds someone who loves running for the sake of running as much as she does.
They are nearing the waterfall now, and the earth becomes more rocky. A few trees, stripped bare in the winter wind, stand guard along a small stream which leads to a deep pool . Her lungs burn as she fills them with cold air and she slows to a trot. Rubble is close behind, trusting her to take the lead. For a moment Tang’s thoughts grows serious, she is glad that she found the girl before anyone less than friendly had the chance to stumble across her… But her eyes brighten again as she looks into Rubble’s happy face. She stops along the edge of the creek and reaches out a hoof to crack the ice along the edges above the moving water. “So, you said you wanted to make friends and meet others… any other big plans? Are you looking for a home or do you plan on wandering?”