Tiamat

like the ocean kissed the sky

She had quickly trusted Ashamin, taking his lead back to the Aurora Basin—to home. However, a little while after they had begun their journey together, it became apparent that the kingdom of the great arctic North is not so easily found as one would assume. Unfortunately their path has appeared to not bring them any closer to their destination. All the same, despite her burning eagerness to return to the valley that had adopted her so long ago, Tiamat is not a character to become discouraged so easily. Rather, she keeps her hopes high, sure that she will be guided there in time.

Repressing a sigh, the blue mare shakes her head, the mass of her dark mane dancing against her neck, the shells chiming gently. Pausing a moment in her step, the unicorn presses her blue muzzle to the trunk of a tree. “Hello, family,” she murmurs gently into the rough wood, eyes wandering upward—to the patches of sky that she can glimpse from between the branches, now weighted with snow.

While this part of the woods is particularly dense, dark, and mysterious, Tiamat is not as frightened as most might be—perhaps as frightened as she should be. Oddly enough, she feels comforted being this much surrounded by nature—by her distant relatives of the trees and the earth. It’s almost as though she can feel their energy, their presence, and it is heartening. Closing her eyes, she breathes in the earthy scent, seeing only the beauty in a place where most see fear and carnage.

Caught up in her musings, the ocean blue mare falls a little behind Ashamin—not far enough to lose sight of him completely, but cloven hooves carry her at a slower place as her mind wanders to things she cannot touch. Only when the lanky stallion’s voice drifts from between the dark trunks does she return to the presence of the trees—her relatives. Her ears perking forward curiously, Tiamat quickens her pace to an extended walk, following Ashamin’s trail as it leads her to where the woods thin just slightly. Emerging from behind him, she sees to whom he has spoken—another stallion, taller, and…painted with…stars.

Could it be?

Perhaps she is not the only child of mother sky after all.

Smiling brightly and her white eyes shimmering beneath the twinkling light of the sun, Tiamat steps out from behind Ashamin completely, facing this familial stranger. “Hello!” She greets him cheerfully, the long length of her tail fluttering excitedly over the snowy ground, “I’m Tiamat.” There are so many questions she wants to ask him, eager to explore the possibility that she has found another child of nature, but she is able to restrain herself for now

Ashamin has inquired of him first, after all, and it wouldn’t be considerate to probe him just yet. Even so, her lips are turned upward happily, eagerly.


notes; sorry if it's sloppy, I'm tired P:
tag; @[Atlas] & @[Ashamin]
“Speech.”