Tiamat

like the ocean kissed the sky

At Ashamin’s beckoning—by his impossibly long tail, which makes her giggle amusingly to herself, what a wonder it is!—the ocean blue mare sidles closer to the two stallions, coming to rest at the familiarity of the unicorn’s shoulder. She completes his touch happily, pressing her muzzle briefly to his in a gesture of companionship. Despite having not known each other long, they have becomes fast friends—united together in the fellowship of their quest for home. Tiamat enjoys Ashamin’s company very much, and hopes that their camaraderie will last much longer than their journey together.

Her smile widens when Ashamin speaks again to the wondrously star-painted unicorn. Tiamat is not off-putted by his less-than-merry demeanor (perhaps not all can have the smiles of sunshine and the hearts of rainbows), but she accepts him nonetheless. All the while, the possibility never leaves her mind that maybe—just maybe—he has been born to mother sky like she. She quivers in excitement, shuffling her weight to keep herself from blurting out.

Then Ashamin glances to her, and she turns the stark white of her eyes to him, smiling encouragingly. Her heart flutters happily with the mention of heading north, and Aurora Basin, and home. She is so ready to be joined in the mountainous valley again. While she has never felt truly lonely—what with either the watchful eye of her mother accompanying her, or her sisters’ playful presence, or the other family that surrounds her—but the Basin gives her a sense of longing that she can’t quite explain. All she knows it that it is happy and safe and good.

Sighing blissfully to herself, she catches Ashamin’s glance once more. Whereas the lanky stallion is uncertain, Tiamat is sure, not lacking the confidence to reach out kindly to the stranger. To be honest, she is quite eager to have a moment. There are many questions for him that sit on her tongue, questions of the earth, sky, and family—but she is able to restrain herself, starting out simple.

“Perhaps you would not feel so lost if you were to share some company for a little while,” her gentle grin is encouraging, leaving the formal invitation for Ashamin (it would do him some good, she thinks). Of course, she knows nothing of the starred stallion’s situation—he could have just departed from other companions hours ago—but from personal experience, she feels most lost when she has been alone, and uses this logic to help him as best as she knows how. “The North is a beautiful and wondrous place,” the blue mare adds, truly taken by it herself.

Flicking her lion-like tail out behind her, Tiamat tilts her head slightly to the side, peering up at him in playful curiosity. “Is there another name you bear, friend? Or would you prefer to be known as Sir Flattered?” Blue lips twist into a good-natured smile, her merry laughter soon mingling with light words. She is jesting, of course, not keen on assaulting his personal space right away, but surely a name is no matter. If nothing else, it is the first step to making a new friend—and, just perhaps, discovering another with origins similar to hers.


tag; @[Atlas] & @[Ashamin]
“Speech.”