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The ocean mare’s gaze shifts to the scarred black stallion when she feels his muzzle stroke her shoulder, the line of her lips softening into a warm smile. It brings her great happiness to not only feel the relief herself, but to know that her friend is no longer suffering as well. Already he seems more at ease, the ornery lines of his face dissipating into the pensive and thoughtful expression that she has become used to—perhaps even more blissful than usual, which makes her smile all the wider. She has thought intermittently of him since their encounter in Heavenly Fields, his dark words swirling like shadows, but it is never long before the goodness and graciousness she sees in him rise to chase her doubts away. More than ever before, he needs her to be an understanding friend, and she doesn’t intend to let him down. With a tulip-shaped ear tilting at Miykael’s deep voice, her eyes soon follow to rest on his face. Her expression brightens when he mentions the northern parts of Helovia, her heart longing for home and its familiar mountainous valley, of the magnificence there, and the family that rests in its safety. It hurts her for a moment, to think that the winged stallion has never had an opportunity to gaze upon the Basin’s splendor. Knowing nothing of her precious home’s exclusivity, she wonders why he hasn’t taken the chance upon himself—but the thought flees as quickly as it had come. She has never seen any of the other herd lands herself, after all, so how could she expect as such from others? In any case, Tiamat is perhaps more than a little biased when it comes to the Basin (not for the judgement or prejudice of others, of course, but for the absolute perfection and beauty that she sees in those snowy mountains, its dark secrets kept hidden from her innocent eyes). Almost from the moment she had awaken along the shores of Helovia, having been approached by the kindly brown mare, the Basin has been a home and a haven for her. She only wants everyone else to feel the same peace, happiness, and acceptance that she has felt. “The Basin is a beautiful place,” the ocean mare sighs wistfully, her gaze trailing to the blue heavens before it snaps back to the painted stallion, a sudden rush of excitement in her eyes. “And the northern lights, yes! What a phenomenon of nature, like the stars have come out to play in color. It’s truly breathtaking, isn’t it?” There is laughter laced into the buoyancy of her voice, enchanting memories dancing into her mind’s eye as she imagines the cool ribbons of color, her sister stars seeming to prance through the night in their merriment, and she delights in their bliss. “Perhaps we will see you up there sometime, and enjoy them together,” she casts Miykael a smile before she is forced to drop her gaze, cheeks warming in bashfulness. Truly, it is more enjoyable to share such beautiful moments with someone. Brushing the length of her leonine tail over the ground, Tiamat lifts her attention to Nox when he mentions learning from each other, the idea soon echoed by Miykael. “Yes! Oh please, if you wouldn’t mind. I would love to exchange knowledge,” she brightens once more, her slender body nearly quivering in her enthusiasm. Tiamat loves to learn, study, and teach—especially when it concerns healing, the calling that has grasped her heart so tightly and so deeply, she can’t remember a time when she was not driven by it. Smiling broadly, white teeth flashing beneath the light of the sun, she looks to both of the stallions. “Although I’ll admit,” her demeanor slowly sobers a little, “I have no abilities with magic myself.” Eventually her eyes find their way back to the winged stallion, lingering along the black slime that oozes from his nose and coagulates in his eyes, and her heart hurts, wanting only to see him receive what he has given to them. She knows his pain. Pressing her lips together and exhaling heavily from her nostrils, Tiamat shifts her weight before speaking again. “Are you sure you’ll be alright, Miykael? I don’t think there is anything we can do to repay you for your kindness…we are truly grateful. Do you know of anyone who can cure you?” She doesn’t mean to go against his wishes and continue to fret—but she simply can’t help herself—and both her concern and appreciation are obvious in her expression. “Speech.” |
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magic & force are permitted.
magic & force are permitted.
