lost to these linens / tangerine

[Tangerine]

Tangerine

In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep

She looks like Warrick, with the warm mahogany of her coat glowing in the autumn brilliance, more so than any of the children Tangerine bore.  But the suspicion in her eye and the budding pride is something all her own. Ther is a feral quality to the child, and Tang doesn't know if it's from the way the girl addresses her, or something she has seen in a dream. 

Regardless, the painted mare finds that she is already charmed. 

"Mhmm," she hums in response to the first question, not bothering to hide the smile which curls the one corner of her pale lips. If the girl wanted more answers all she had to do was ask, but Tang didn't want to cross any lines Wound had drawn - at least not without some effort on Wishbone's part. 

"Tangerine," she answeres she answers the second question. "Tang if you prefer," she adds in her sleepy alto, which never lost its foreign draw. 

"I had a dream about you, Wishbone... would you like to hear it?" she questions, with one brow raised. Tang half expects the girl to balk at the strange statement, but the other half of her knows the curious princess could never leave a mystery unsolved.