tangerine
face to the sun
Tang watches as the lines of his face harden, but do not darken. She admires the strength she sees there, a new brilliance which is foreign to her eyes but at home on his features. He wears this new resolve well.
She inclines her face into the touches which heat her blood, bringing warmth to her cheeks and ears. But as they change from ardent to playful they bring warmth to her heart. His gentle banter, his meaningful looks she feels at home tucked in by his side.
The wings are fitting.
He asks her of their names and she can hold her excitement bubbles over again. “Oh Warrick,” she breathes “I've seen them in a dream, it was a beautiful dream and you were there! The filly she looked a lot like me but with your blue eyes and streaks of the most brilliant blue in her mane and tail, I have been calling her Solace.” her words spill out of her in breathy excitement as she remembers her vivid dreaming “and the colt, he looked just like my father, pale gold and white and wild. But he too was marked with blue like Solace, I have been calling him Svedka."
She watches his face carefully, more carefully if possible. Maybe she should have waited to speak with him before naming them, they were as much apart of him as they were her. "I was thinking Tephra would be a good place for them to grow up." A little pause as she gauges his reaction. "At first at least, until they get a little older and can travel and make up their own minds." Tang looks around her briefly before looking back to the blue of his eyes, "there are so many living here now! They will be able to meet and learn from others without leaving home - they will be safe."
Safe was never something she had factored in before, but motherhood was changing her.
Subconsciously she takes a deep breath, enjoying the support of his side, the shelter of the large dark wing.
She is fully immersed in the moment, his gravity pulling her in, tugging on the string of her heart like only he could. Her mind is neither ahead or behind, simply there. She cannot pull her eyes from his face seeing her children's eyes set in the fine yet strong bones of his face. “Warrick, I missed you.” she hums into his mane, happy to say his name again. She exhales the weight she had been carrying, the weight of remaining undamaged and the effort to be resilient and unaffected after the worst thing which had ever happened to her. She had been hiding her troubles for so long.
But she doesn't think on that night or the little turmoils of her soul, she weightlessly basks in the golden love which warms her, content to let it go and be herself again with him.