Tiamat

like the ocean kissed the sky

When the star-painted stallion asks about lovers, courting, and privacy, Tiamat tilts her head to the side in confusion, her white eyes sparkling as they catch the night’s glowing light.

While it is true that the blue mare loves with her whole heart, uninhibited in her affections and giving, in reality, her understanding of love is very narrow—even more so when it comes to the idea of being in love and having a lover. She loves her parents, her family, her friends, and nature. That she understands—the love and companionship of being together with those that she cares about. But what he speaks of? She has never experienced it before.

Does she love Ashamin? Of course! In the same way she loves her sister stars that are twinkling above them in the darkness, or the brown mare who had guided her home all those years ago—or perhaps even how she could grow to love the painted stallion standing before them. Tiamat loves—she loves without condition and without inhibition. Who needs a reason, anyway? Almost blindly, like a child to its mother, she gives her heart to those around her, confiding in them a naïve sense of trust that has yet to be torn from her innocent eyes. She likes the world this way—it is her world, and she wants to share it.

Her white eyes flickering between both of the stallions, her gaze eventually comes to settle on the stranger, dainty ears tilting forward. “Yes, Ashamin is my dear friend; we’ve only just met, not long ago now, but I am grateful for his companionship nonetheless,” the ocean mare smiles, sensing the general confusion that is buzzing about their little group, although she is pleasantly unaware of the slight tension that accompanies it.

Like the long-tailed stallion, Tiamat doesn’t exactly understand everything the starry stranger says, but in her good nature she can only assume it is of the best intentions. What else can she expect?

“It is a fine place, Atlas—” what a fitting name! She thinks delightfully, her smile widening to flash brilliant white teeth “—and as Ashamin has said, we would love it if you joined us in our journey. We could always use the extra guidance.” Tiamat giggles blithely, the sounds trilling like rain through the air, and she shakes her pretty head. A gentle gaze is cast to the black and white stallion, her eyes bright, hoping to assure him that she teases him only in jest. After all, if Ashamin hadn’t gotten them lost, then they wouldn’t have found Atlas—and where would he be then?!

Everything works out the way it should, and everything happens for a reason—even if you don’t understand it then. This she is sure of.


notes; horribly late, I'm so sorry! x[
tag; @[Atlas] & @[Ashamin]
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