and then there's morning

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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

#14

01-07-2016, 12:12 AM

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The mare’s white eyes are wide as she stares at the little candy man, concern shadowing every dainty line of her face. She’s never met someone literally made of sugar before, so she doesn’t know exactly how his body will react to the steam; however, if it’s anything like the sweet treats that she’s seen before, any kind of warmth doesn’t spell out comfortably for him. Absentmindedly, it occurs to her that Johnny is quite fortunate to have settled in the Basin—and not just because it’s the most perfect and beautiful place in the world. He must thrive in these highland mountains! And of course, she is so very happy that she has had the chance to meet his delightful little self!

But back to her concern. Johnny confirms her assumptions—he doesn’t mix well with the hot water—but he is quick to assure her that he’s content sharing her company from the banks. “Are you sure?” Tiamat steps towards him again, but his jovial expression is enough to quiet her gentle heart. Sweeping the length of her tail just below the water’s surface, she watches as it swells with the movement, the undulations colliding into her legs like slow, miniature waves. As the steam rises around her, a shiver runs the length of the ocean mare’s spine, her satin skin thawing from winter’s frost.

Not that Frostfall isn’t lovely—there is no doubt that the pristine canvas of the snow is simply breathtaking!—but built as daintily as she is, she is not particularly suited for the cold, even if it’s certainly bearable. She enjoys winter for its beautiful individualities, as she does every other season.

Tiamat’s eyes wander over the valley of their home, enjoying every inch of it, before Johnny’s movement brings her attention back to him. Her brow knits together in confusion when he turns around and begins to back up, but her heart suddenly leaps into her throat when he starts to sit over the waters. She imagines him falling in, and what a terrible, terrible disaster that would be! She can’t allow him any harm. “What are you doing? Johnny, wait—!” She cuts herself off, confusion once again trickling into the frantic pattering of her heart. What could he possibly be doing?

“Oh,” the ocean mare breathes a sigh of relief once she reaches understanding, a bashful chuckle chiming into the wispy vapors. Lowering her head so that her muzzle hovers just over the waters, Tiamat inhales deeply, closing her eyes happily as the crisp peppermint seeps through her body. Smiling at the candy man when he speaks, she lifts her head to look at him. “That’s very nice, thank you,” the mare’s smile widens, and she laughs with joy again. Noticing the bleached tips of his sugary tail, she gestures curiously, “Will the color come back?”

“Speech.”