Tiamat

like the ocean kissed the sky

Pressing her dainty ears forward, the ocean mare cannot try to contain the happiness of her smile, or the glow that blooms to illuminate her features. While her friend’s history is far, far from a pleasant one, and even thinking about what he had done tempts a shiver down her spine, all these cold things are diminished in the face of her delight. In spite of his previous misdeeds, Tiamat sees Nox’s righteous heart now more than ever—his goodness, mercy, and honesty that has corrected whatever monster he might have been. That is who he is now. He is her friend, always will be, and she wouldn’t think of condemning him for his honest confessions (it is obvious that fate has already punished him enough).

It is time for him to heal now.

Looking up to the stallion with bright, forgiving eyes as he rises, Tiamat presses her cheek to his, breathing softly before she stands to join him. Thrusting cloven hooves out from her body, she heaves herself upward, water streaks sparkling across her body as she shakes beneath spring’s glorious sun. When her gaze returns to his rugged face, the ocean mare notices his large eyes—widened in what would seem to be awe, rather than the fear she has seen haunting him.

However, Nox speaks before she can question him, and his words of compliment bring a softer, more bashful grin to her lips. “Thank you, Nox,” the blue mare arches her slender neck when he peers again at her decorated horn, her entire body radiating with an honest, innocent pride (a pride of her heritage and of nature, of respect, rather than greed or arrogance, so pure as it blossoms throughout every part of her). “What is it?” Tiamat queries with an airy laugh, white eyes doe-like as his excitement becomes infectious, sparking her anticipation.

The black stallion does not entertain her with an answer, instead sauntering away a few steps before his pale eyes sweep back to her. He only encourages her further, to which Tiamat shakes her pretty head with glee, her laughter chiming over the grasses as long legs carry her to Nox’s side. “You needn’t convince me more than you already have, my friend,” there is a playful tease in her words that reaches up to alight in her gaze, “Show me the way.” With a dainty tip of her head, the ocean mare guides him forward. Behind her, her leonine tail is curved with excitement, flicking and swaying back and forth (like a delighted cat), and her muscles dance beneath satin skin.


“Speech.”