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Even though the black goop spots her eyes and gathers in their corners to run in slow, horrible tears down her cheeks, there is still light there—hope, optimism, and faith that this will all be over. Somehow, she is sure that the world’s goodness will not fail her. This graciousness, this blessing, comes flowering from the stallion’s lips, flourishing in ribbons of yellow that are seemingly brighter than the sun and pulsating with the brilliant promise of mercy. He speaks of a cure, a remedy to heal. “Really? You can make it go away?” She feels as though she could weep with joy, allowing for herself a fleeting moment of selfishness as she revels in the opportunity, showing for once—one small moment—how terrible this sickness has been. A quietness settles between them, her white eyes watching the stallion’s face as he concentrates. Tiamat gasps softly when she feels the gentle heat in her chest—she doesn’t know what she had been expecting for him to do—and the warm glow is unfamiliar, new, but completely wonderful. Slowly, she feels her muscles relax as it spreads throughout her body, gradually dissolving the thick slime that sits congested in her throat and eyes. “Magic?” The ocean mare breathes in a whisper, in awe about the phenomenon that she has yet to have any experience with herself. Exhaling from her nostrils, she sends a final spray of black slime onto the moist sands, coughing a little against the last bit that clings in her throat. Looking up, her gaze follows the pegasus’ out across the shoreline, and she sees a familiar black figure. “Nox!” The ocean mare exclaims, delighted, the sound of her voice bursting in a concluding ribbon of color that soon fades away before it touches the ground. Her dear friend is infected as well, she notices with sorrow as he draws near, her ears tilting back and lips pursing compassionately at his morose cries of frustration. “Yes, yes I’m here,” she reaches out to him to touch his shoulder gently, her voice nearly a coo as she seeks to comfort him. Looking to the tall, painted stallion when he speaks soothingly to the black unicorn, Tiamat’s features soften into a smile, brightening in anticipation and watching in wonderment as he summons his magic once more. The ocean mare cannot feel it this time, but her heartbeat quickens in delight for the miracle nonetheless. What a beautiful gift! With the length of her leonine tail curving in her pleasure, the blue mare glances briefly to Nox, her eyes tracing his face to see the tension leave as the infection does, happy that he doesn’t have to suffer anymore. Looking back to the winged stranger, her eyes are glistening with the threat of tears—tears of joy and appreciation. “Like I can breathe again! Oh, it’s wonderful,” her voice is a blissful, airy sigh of relief, and she lets slip another chime of laughter. She feels buoyant once more, her spirits lifted and soaring—she nearly feels as though she could fly! “Thank you,” Tiamat praises the beautiful stranger earnestly, happily, and reaches out to brush her cheek against his in a gesture of friendship. Their conversation continues, and the ocean mare’s brow furrows thoughtfully. “That makes sense—there have been many new things happening lately; I think the whole of Helovia has been affected, in more ways than one,” her voice becomes a little somber by the end, her thoughts drifting to the wars and the hate. It makes her so sad, to think of such things plaguing them. She welcomes the new Rifters, of course, but must these new lands come at such an ugly price? Surely, there must be another way. “The pleasure is all mine, Miykael—thank you again,” her smile returns, soft and sincere. Tiamat knows that she will not be able to thank him enough for his kindness, for his mercy, but she intends to do all she can to show her appreciation. Already, he has done so much, and she admires him for that. “A healer, you say?” The mare’s countenance brightens, “Nox and I are healers as well! We’re from the Aurora Basin.” She gestures to the black stallion with a breezy chuckle, sharing a smile with him before her attention returns to Miykael. There are so many questions that bubble excitedly to her tongue—to share their knowledge and their experiences!—but her enthusiasm is suddenly curbed when she notices that the black goop still leaks from his eyes and nose. “But…what about yourself? How can you be healed?” Her voice drops in concern, genuine despite their unfamiliarity with one another, wanting nothing but for him to feel the relief that he has to graciously given to her. “Speech.” |
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magic & force are permitted.
magic & force are permitted.
