07-21-2017, 02:08 PM
tangerine
face to the sun
Iset speaks again, recoiling from her extended muzzle, and Tang is no longer left trying to decipher her emotions. The little Queen makes her feeling plain. But Tang had a (mostly) gentle soul and the harsh tone and haughty words roll off her back like falling leaves. Her face remains as still as the surface of the lake.
Shouldn’t you be sleeping?
At Iset’s final question a short low laugh rumbles quietly in her throat Aye, little queen, I should be. But the words do not reach her mouth, she didn’t think the girl would see her words as banter like her brother would. The brother and sister were very different creatures. Tang averts her amber eyes from the desert mres intense gaze to look across the moonlit lake far below.
Why was she up here? Tang had been drawn to the summits from the time she first arrived, and now she was being asked to explain herself. She has a suspicion Iset doesn’t actually care why she enjoys the mountain tops, but it is only polite to reply to questions when Queens ask them.
“The mountain summits are wild, and the air is always changing… and you can’t bet the view.” She pauses for a moment, her honey gaze lifting to the rocky spine of the mountains. “The way the moonlight hits the peaks, the raging wind, it's a harsh beauty.”
Much like you. She doesn't add out loud to the young Queen.
She looks back to Iset then, curious about this coppery mare unlike anyone she has every know. "Is this your favorite place to be?"
@[Iset]