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06-27-2015, 03:42 AM
When Ashamin begins to walk away—presumably in the direction of the Aurora Basin—the blue unicorn doesn’t miss a beat in following after him. Pricking her dainty ears and flicking her leonine tail out behind her in excitement, she trudges through the snow (more like dances really, so great is her enthusiasm that it gives a vivacious bounce to her step). Snow is flung up merrily by her cloven hooves, rising to dissolve into the other flakes that drift slowly from her sister clouds, now white and pregnant with the icy precipitation of Frostfall. Tiamat glances upwards to them, feeling joyful and triumphant, quickly blinking away the flakes that manage to catch on long lashes, some of them melting with the warmth of her wispy breath. Only when Ashamin’s voice reaches through the wintry air does the mare’s gaze—as pearly and glimmering as the landscape around them—lower to return to his kind features and gnarled horn that is ever so endearing. Her smile widens, flashing white teeth delightfully as he speaks of their home—of the friendly faces there that are sure to greet them at their return. Tiamat is unsure if she will recognize anyone. She had only met a handful of individuals, and while she doesn’t know what has become of them in the years since, she can only hope for the best. In any case, the blue mare is thrilled to meet more people and make new friends (because there is not a doubt in her mind that she will do just that!) Grinning happily to herself, Tiamat bounds to the side when Ashamin calls after her, a playful snort erupting from her nostrils in a white puff of air as she tosses her head, seashells chiming in the mass of her hair. “Kindness is good—and friends, friends are good too,” she says breathlessly, casting a sideways smile at the painted stallion, her eyes twinkling as though her mother has granted a pocket of light to rest in her gaze. “I can’t wait to be home,” the unicorn murmurs, her voice enraptured by the blissfulness of it all. At last! She will be home again! “I’m fortunate to have come across you, Ashamin. Thank you for allowing me to journey with you,” Tiamat inclines her head to him in a gesture of gratitude—she can’t remember if she has already thanked him for his offer, but she figures it is far better to thank him twice than to not thank him at all. She appreciates his aid—and his company—far more than he likely realizes. Her grin lingers as her gaze leaves him, wandering through the snowy woods and what lies beyond. notes;; sorry (again) for the wait and the uninspired post x_x tag;; @[Ashamin] “Speech.” |
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