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paint the sky with stars - Tiamat - 10-20-2015 like the ocean kissed the sky, at the most beautiful place under the sun
Her wanderings continue, the brightness of summer’s sun glowing along the curve of her back. The water-like streaks that mark her body shine liberally beneath the brilliance, playing across her movements like the rippling of water. She sweats a little, having been spoiled by the Basin’s place in the mountains—spared of Tallsun’s intensity—and thinks of how perfect the mountainous valley must be now. But she is far from her home, trekking across the desert sands of the south (still beautiful in its own right, she won’t deny it). Squinting her eyes against the rolling heat of the glowing, ever-burning fire, the ocean mare skirts around its borders, her gait increasing to an easy trot as she navigates towards the gaping mouth of the cave system. The darkness that the hollow stone provides offers immediate relief from the heat of Tallsun’s light, the intense warmth of the fire reaching after her and slowly fading as she wanders further into the cooler shadows. It isn’t long before it is only darkness around her, the sound of her cloven hooves clicking against the floor seemingly echoing for miles. Perhaps she might be wary of the blackness, but the ocean mare thinks little of its dangers, delighting only in its relief from the summer’s midday heat. Allowing the natural curve and flow of the earth beneath her hooves to guide her, Tiamat follows no path in particular through the winding cavern, but it is not an unfamiliar sight that greets her. She notices the change in the cave’s floor first—hard, grainy stone gradually softening, giving gently beneath her weight and almost squelching with every step. Lights flicker then in the darkness, dancing and blossoming in the shadows until the room opens up before her, the foliage’s cool light brightening this extraordinary place. “The Glowing Room,” she breathes in wonder, a smile softening the corners of her lips, her pale eyes enraptured beneath the mushrooms’ starry light. She has been here once before, many months ago—driven into its beautiful shelter by winter’s winds just as she had by summer’s heat—and her heart leaps with its breathtaking magnificence as it had before. White eyes fall in a short moment of hesitation, searching for the woeful creature that had met her before, but it is only nature’s beauty that accompanies her this time. With her leonine tail curving behind her in her sense of peaceful excitement, Tiamat walks forward, drawn towards the dull roar of the waterfall. Her brother’s misty cascade offers a coolness to the room’s gentle humidity, far from uncomfortable and quite perfect in its moderate temperature. She smiles at his generosity before lowering her head, silky lips dipping into the crystalline surface to drink. notes; Sorry it took so long! Set before the Riptide Isles battle. “Speech.” RE: paint the sky with stars - Galiel - 10-22-2015
RE: paint the sky with stars - Tiamat - 10-25-2015 like the ocean kissed the sky, at the most beautiful place under the sun
Perhaps, were she more aware of her surroundings, the blue mare would have noticed her little companion much earlier; but so absorbed is she in a combination of her own thoughts and nature’s beauty, that it is only when the stone’s clattering echo reverberates off the walls, that her attention is roused from her wistful musings. “Hello? Is someone there?” Tiamat raises her head, dainty ears perking forward as her white eyes roam through the blushing light of the plants. Despite the shadows of fear and worry plaguing her mind lately, haunting the light of her heart, she does not think of the threats that might lie behind the stone’s disturbance—what creatures might be stalking one as innocent as herself. Beneath the cool glow, so reminiscent of the twinkling light of her sister stars, the young mare’s eyes are beaming with curiosity—excitement, even, for what stranger might befriend her today. There is no consideration that it might be any different in Tiamat’s mind, that whatever individual has followed her would be anything but friendly, so pure and just is her faith in this world’s goodness. She has been untarnished by its black lies and hate, rightly refusing to release her grip on hope and allow her light to be diminished. It would seem that the heavens have sought to spare her once more in her innocence. Recognizing the outline of a winged equine, haloed by the foliage’s sapphire glow, her eyes grow even brighter and the smile broadens across her lips. The pale stranger is unfamiliar, her figure still lanky and legs gangly with youth, surely with a spirit as unscathed as her own (she could never imagine the horrors and hate that can haunt one so young). “Well hello, little one,” Tiamat shifts her body so that she is angled towards the young girl, the length of her lion tail swaying in her delight, “Have you been following me all this way?” She laughs easily, unbothered by the thought, the sound not unlike the cool, bubbling trickle of the stream. “They call this the Glowing Room,” the ocean mare’s voice leaves her in wonder, her tone reverent as she appreciates what surrounds them, “it is beautiful, isn’t it? One of nature’s hidden treasures.” Her attention wanders as she speaks, trailing to the lush trees and flowering undergrowth, their vibrancy untainted and untested against the harshness of the world above. Surely there is no amount of words that could accurately describe the feeling of this place; a haven, a preservation of all that is beautiful and good. With her white eyes settling again on the winged filly, Tiamat reaches forward, extending a silken muzzle in a gesture of friendship and kindness—of acceptance, an invitation to join her at the water’s banks (because why would she not welcome this young stranger into her company?). However, as her gaze falls, the ocean mare notices the scratch on her leg, the scored flesh dark in comparison to her pale skin. “Oh—let me help you with that, I can patch it up if you would like. Does it hurt?” She takes a step closer, the weight of her body leaning forward as she catches and retrains restrains herself from rushing into the filly’s personal space, respecting the filly’s permission. “My name is Tiamat by the way, I’m a healer,” her smile is one of encouragement, nothing but genuine concern and glowing kindness. “Speech.” RE: paint the sky with stars - Galiel - 10-26-2015
RE: paint the sky with stars - Tiamat - 11-01-2015 like the ocean kissed the sky, at the most beautiful place under the sun
The winged filly is mostly quiet at first, say nothing and eyeing the blue mare with what would seem to be a hesitant gaze. Tiamat waits patiently, her nose still outstretched to give the little stranger time to adjust to the idea, with a soft smile warming the corners of her lips. It is not an uncommon thing for strangers to pause when she reaches out to them. While it is nothing but normal for the young unicorn, she recognizes that not all are so trusting and open to others—particularly those they are unfamiliar with—and while she can’t understand it, she accepts the fact graciously. In any case, the last thing she would want to do is to frighten this young one. With her leonine tail grazing the spongy ground behind her, the ocean mare’s smile broadens when the filly reciprocates her gesture, the velvet skin of their muzzles grazing briefly before her healer’s heart calls her attention to other things. Her new fledgling friend only hesitates for a breath before giving her permission to tend to her wounded leg. Grinning kindly and trying to convey her pleasant encouragement, Tiamat drops her fine head to inspect the injury closer. “I’m glad to have met you, Galiel,” white eyes glance up from her lowered position, nothing but honest pleasure in her voice (for surely it is not simply manners that compels her to say such things, but her genuine delight to have met someone new). Returning her focus to the filly’s small wound, it becomes obvious that it is only a shallow abrasion, just enough grazing of skin to expose the fleshy muscle beneath. Nonetheless, spots of blood have begun to appear, pricking forth in slow, fat drops from the narrow scratch. Just as she reaches to sift through the herbs entwined in her hair, fluted ears rotate with Galiel’s question. Tiamat pauses to watch as she speaks, noticing the filly’s apparent discomfort—perhaps even fright—with the mere mention of magic. She purses her lips before raising her head to its natural position, lowering it then a few degrees so that she is more evenly leveled with the younger equine. “Magic? No, I don’t have any magic—not yet anyway. Only the highest ranked healers of the herds are bestowed special magic from the Gods,” the mare’s tone becomes almost wistful, the chiseled lines of her features softening and her eyes glowing brightly beneath the cool blue light of the plants. “One day I hope to be so fortunate; I was promoted not too long ago though!” She laughs breezily, ever so thankful for the opportunity her Lord and mentor had granted her. She doesn’t intend to let them—or anyone else—down. Humming gently to herself, Tiamat returns her attention to the abrasion. Quickly making a salve of a combination of all-heal (to prevent any infection from settling in) and valerian root (to reduce any pain or swelling that might occur), she spreads it gently over the wound before snatching a strand of seaweed from her tail. Carefully but firmly she manages to wrap it around Galiel’s leg, acting as a bandage of sorts, to keep both the balm and scuffed skin undisturbed. “There,” the ocean mare raises her head and steps back, giving the winged filly her space again while offering her a bright smile, “your leg should be as good as new before long—just try to keep out of too much trouble.” Her laughter comes easily, happily, friendly in her tease and obviously with no ill intent. Quieting after a short moment, Tiamat fixes Galiel with a more intent gaze, gentle but curious. “Does magic frighten you, little one?” She does not mean to offend the filly, of course, and it is asked with a gentle and unassuming tone. She can imagine how daunting magic can be. She remembers clearly the first time she had felt the exchange of magic—how different and strange it had been, but utterly wonderful all the same! Perhaps Galiel hasn’t been so fortunate. “Speech.” RE: paint the sky with stars - Zèklè - 11-03-2015
@Galiel - Hello this is Zero and he wants to be your new best friend. RE: paint the sky with stars - Galiel - 11-07-2015
RE: paint the sky with stars - Tiamat - 11-16-2015 like the ocean kissed the sky, at the most beautiful place under the sun
“Yes! There are four, each a patron to a herd,” Tiamat smiles gently when questioned about the Helovian gods. To be honest, the ocean mare doesn’t know much about the deities herself, and with the recent battles that have risen with each one, her heart struggles to grasp at favorable opinions. Aren’t gods meant to protect, teach, and guide? Not bring hate and bloodshed to those who would sacrifice themselves for their divinity’s cause…but, the blue mare has come to realize that she cannot understand everything, their reasons are likely honorable, and—if nothing else—they warrant her respect. As much as she hates the violence, she can’t help but cling to her hope, and accept that all will be well in the end. Shifting her weight and pressing her mind forward to more encouraging things, Tiamat looks down at the filly softly, her brow knitting together in an expression of curiosity. “Is there a different god where you come from?” It isn’t difficult for the ocean mare to piece together that Galiel likely isn’t a native to Helovia. While the young one’s questions might simply rise from a sheltered youth, her strange accent promotes other possibilities—possibilities that inspire Tiamat’s own questions (concerned as to why a filly would be left on her own at all, much less in an entirely new world). Her heart goes out to Galiel, and she is tempted for a moment to reach out to her, embrace her, comfort her, and be there for her, but Tiamat manages to resist. After all, she has only just met the filly, and while her intentions might be nothing but honorable and caring, Galiel might very well see it differently coming from a stranger (even if they hardly feel like strangers at all). Settling with a warm expression, the ocean mare listens when the winged filly speaks of her mother, her accented voice drifting into a song. “That’s very pretty, Galiel,” Tiamat murmurs, her voice hushed with emotion at the beauty and sentiment behind the girl’s lovely song, “my mother sings to me too.” She thinks of the wind as it descends from the clouds, humming over the hills and whistling through the crevices in her horn, nature’s song given to her. It clenches her heart, twisting it painfully, to think that Galiel might never hear her mother’s voice again—the thought too terrible to even spur the query to her tongue. Instead she falls silent, listening when the filly continues, explaining her ignorance of magic. It seems so foreign to the ocean mare, to not believe, or to be afraid. “Magic is all around us,” she breathes in a breath of wonder, reverent almost, as she thinks of all the miracles and wonders—both god-sent and not—that proves such magic lives around them. It is truly marvelous. The ocean mare sighs to herself, intending to continue on that thought, when a loud clanking suddenly erupts through the serenity of the cave. Tiamat is startled at first, muscles clenching as she prepares to shield Galiel from whatever it is, though her heart suddenly calms when the boy emerges with his…golem (and such a fascinating mechanism it is!). The mare chuckles blithely, relaxing with a smile softening her lips as Zero apologizes. “That’s quite alright. It is very nice to meet you, Zero—and you too, Squishy,” she gives a dainty curtsy of her head to each of them, white eyes alight beneath the blue glow, “My name is Tiamat.” Fluted ears prick forward when Galiel speaks, questioning Zero about his—wing? Peering closely at the colt, it is only then when she notices it—or rather, the lack of it. Instead there seems to be metal. “Does it hurt?” Her brow furrows in concern, her healer’s heart beating and leaping in her desire—need—to aid. notes; Sorry for the wait! “Speech.” RE: paint the sky with stars - Zèklè - 11-21-2015
@Galiel RE: paint the sky with stars - Galiel - 11-22-2015 galiel Tia smiles at me as she exclaims that there are four gods and that each of them are a patron to a herd. A look of confusion started to grow upon my face, I could feel it. Four gods? I only knew of the Great Mother and now I was being told that there were three others?! I was already made aware that there was obviously magic in this world. What else was there to be revealed to me? ‘Is there a different god where you come from?’ I almost gasp. Like how could she ask such a question? Is there a different god? She just said there were four of them! If she knew of all four then she obviously had to know about the Great Mother – right? “I only know of ze Great Muzzer,” I began slightly abashed, “I don’t know ze uzzer zree zough.” I ruffled my feathers slightly as Zero seems to be focused on talking about his Squishy. Then he smiles. But his smile was not normal. No. It was something that despite how you felt you couldn’t help but smile back. No matter how that smile was to come out. As in my case, my smile was soft and shy and fleeting. It quickly disappears when he starts talking to Tia about the ocean and seeing a…whale? What in the world was a whale? I didn’t bother to ask. But whatever a whale was it seemed to be rather a to do. Then my attention is abruptly cut back to the conversation from pondering what a whale was by Zero loudly exclaiming that nothing happened to his wing. Blue eyes looked stared at him as he seemed to grow unhappy by my asking of it. Before I could say anything though he continued one saying how he never got one. Never got a wing? So he was only born with one wing? My heart went out to him. He wouldn’t be able to fly with only one wing. ‘But one day soon I’mma ask the gods if they can give me a new one, an’ then I’ll be able to fly jus’ like you!’ My eyes drifted towards the ground as he said that. Fly just like me huh? “I don’t know how to fly,” I admit through a quietly shy voice. Hooves pawed at the ground beneath as Tia asked him if it hurt. Did what hurt? It was then that my eyes really caught a good glimpse at what had glinted earlier. Metal? He had metal where his wing should have been. Ears flicked forward as Zero spoke about how it only itches and how he could peel it off and stick it to his Squishy. Then he proceeded to demonstrate. My face molded and transformed from ambiviliant to curious and finally to grossed out. “Ew, that’s gross!” I say not meaning to offend him, but thinking that this Squishy was made out of pieces of Zero…it was just gross. I mean who does that? Zero. That’s who. "Talk." tags;; @Tiamat @Zèklè You cannot be a hero, without being a coward. RE: paint the sky with stars - Tiamat - 11-28-2015 like the ocean kissed the sky, at the most beautiful place under the sun
“I love the ocean!” The blue mare crows with honest enthusiasm, the smile on her lips widening enough to reach and brighten her eyes. Of course, that might just be the understatement of the century. Tiamat isn’t quite sure if she would ever be able to put into words how much she loves the sea (accurately, at least), considering that every fiber of her being pulses and sways with the ocean’s tides. They are connected after all, family, bound together with the most beautiful and pure love of all. She is the ocean’s daughter, and she loves her Papa with the unadulterated and endless love that any child gives their parent (as ignorant as she is to the world’s black secrets, unaware that some families might not be as happy as her own). With her long tail flickering behind her in her blissful excitement, Tiamat focuses again on the bright, one-winged colt. “Although I don’t think I’ve ever met a whale before…what was it like?” Her white eyes are round with curiosity, genuinely wanting to hear all about his experience. The creatures of her father ocean—or anything born from nature’s beauty—is nothing short of fascinating for the blue mare. She has a curiosity that can hardly be quenched, a heart of kindness and healing, and a desire to share it with the world. Everyone is a friend, as far as she is concerned. However, the white clouds that had descended around her are suddenly blustered away, fading into wisps when the boy’s voice becomes bold and challenging. Tiamat’s brow knits together in concern, her attention wavering between the two children before settling on Zero. Her tongue grows heavy with the weight of words, wanting to comfort him and assure him that Galiel harbors no ill will, but he continues before she is able to speak. Her spirits are buoyed once more by his enthusiasm, having nothing but faith that the Gods will be kind to him. Although their recent acts have left her confidence in them shaken, Tiamat doesn’t—cannot—doubt that they could possibly turn away a boy as bubbly as Zero. Exhaling quietly from her nostrils, the young mare presses her lips gently to Galiel’s poll when she admits her inability to fly, attempting to assure the filly that she needn’t be embarrassed. “You are both young—you have plenty of time to earn your wings and learn to use them,” she smiles encouragingly to them both. Of course, Tiamat knows next to nothing about flying. She has never flown herself, despite her desire to do so someday, but surely it takes some time to learn? She can’t imagine that newborn foals would have the capability to (successfully) throw themselves into the air, but she could be wrong. In any case, her point is to make both Galiel and Zero feel better again. “Peel it off?” The ocean mare questions when Zero explains his metal side, her pretty head tilting and her eyes watching him closely. It doesn’t necessarily look comfortable for him to pull off the titanium, but he doesn’t seem to be in any pain while he does it, so Tiamat’s heart is relieved of her worry. Her lips parting in amazement, she laughs airily when he proceeds to mold them to his friend. “It looks like Squishy will be as dashing as you in no time!” She shakes her head with a smile, eyes glancing briefly to Galiel. “That’s a very unique gift, young man,” she nods her head to him, truly amazed, eyeing the metal on his body before she continues. “Where do you come from?” It is directed to both of them, fluted ears pricked attentively. “Speech.” |