and then there's morning

[OPEN] and then there's morning

Tiamat the Ocean's Light Posts: 360

Aurora Basin Lady atk: 8 | def: 10 | dam: 3

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2 :: 6 years HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Nimue :: Common Orca Leviathan :: Boil Reli

06-16-2015, 10:18 PM

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we run like a river runs to the sea</style>

The blue mare dances through the powdery snow, her long tail stretching out to hover just over the ground and swaying softly with each stride. The seashells and seaweed that are weaved into the thick blue of her hair rustle and chime against one another—the sound singing softly as it rings over the frosted valley. She stands stark against the white landscape. The ocean blue of her skin is brilliant beneath the sun’s light—Frostfall has been kind this day, allowing them a few hours of reprieve from the blizzards of snow that have blanketed them this season—and she intends to take full advantage of it.

Having emerged from the little cave that she has taken refuge in, Tiamat strides joyfully into the open, her steps high and energetic. With her chest expanding, she breathes in the mountain air, still cold enough to sting her lungs, but a moment of sunlight is enough to deter the worst of the chill. Lifting her head to the sky, she smiles, joyous to know that her mother’s watchful care is over her again. Ever since they had lost each other, she is more wary than ever of the blackness and its return, but there is little in this world that can dampen her spirits for long.

Particularly when she is home again. Home. At last! Oh she feels as if she could fly with the elation that swells in her breast. Aurora Basin had adopted her as one of its own at her initial arrival into Helovia, and although years have come and gone, and many faces are foreign to her—and those large equine things at the entrance have appeared—she still feels as comfortable as ever here. Perhaps it is a foolish trust, but Tiamat knows no different—she is home, and that is a truth that is heartening.

Tossing her head in playful glee, Tiamat plunges forward. As connected and flowing as the rain is over the ground, so is she as she leaps in high-stepping strides, tossing up little flurries of snow that slowly settle behind her. With her laughter pealing in buoyant gasps of air, she races to the lake. Nearing its banks, she dips her flanks low and skids to a nearly-graceful stop—but only a moment too late. Misjudging the distance, Tiamat is thrown into the cold water by the force of her own weight. “Brother!” She gasps at the freezing liquid, leaping back onto the banks, merry laughter soon ensuing.

notes; open for anyone! I want her to meet people:)
“Speech.”