Face to the Sun [Solace & Svedka Birth]

[Tangerine]

tangerine

face to the sun

Tangerine wades threw the increasingly familiar world of her dreams. The blue eyes of the field look up at her, their heads turning to follower her progress across the endless meadow. The farther she wanders into the cornflowers and grasses, the more her body seems to grow.  She grows heavier, immensely heavy, ballooning out until her hooves sink into the squishy earth with each step. Soon, it is more than she can do to keep moving.

She stumbles, she falls.

The force of her bloated body hitting the earth causes the blue flowers to detach from their stalks and float above her – still watching and inquisitive.

And then she is not one, but three. How it happens she doesn’t know, they simply ooze from her, they are her. But before she can take a good look at the glowing boy and girl who have split from her, Warrick is there. She murmurs his name, her voice momentarily bridging the gulf between the ethereal and the earthly. Her happiness colors her golden.

The three of them play together in the cornflowers and starlight, and she is completely at peace floating as a specter above the scene of familiar harmony. Warrick’s face is the only clear one of the three, and he wears an expression of pride and love she had never seen so clearly displayed. Six blue eyes hold her heart.

And she knows she needs to find him.

Tang wished she could tell him before he saw the changes her body had undergone, but he would probably notice the way her slender legs and neck contrasted the thickening of her barrel. After her dream, she had assumed he would be happy to know, more than happy, but now as she approaches his home a flicker of doubt causes her heart to clench tightly.

She stops short as soon as she has crossed where she believes Tephra’s boarder to be. Warrick had said something of a new king in the volcanic land, but she had not played attention or asked for more details. That day, diplomacy and politics had been the last thing on her mind. She remembers the ups and downs of that fall day with vivid clarity. Their reunion severed, the restoration which followed. The scent of him, the weight of him. The promise they had made.

 The night of fire and earthquakes, which thought brief, had held Hyaline in disorder for too long and prevented her from seeking out the blue and auburn stallion for companionship. She had accompanied Ament on a diplomatic trip and helped to keep watch over the young territory of Hyaline, she had been kept busy.

But with winter her belly began to swell, not only in her dreams, and it became apparent that their union by the river had bound them in more ways than they had originally intended.

So, she grazes (she is so hungry these days), an unassuming figure on the edge of Tephra, hoping the father of her children will see this pregnancy as a gift like she does.

@[Warrick] <3