The ocean mare watches frantically, white eyes wide and her breath held in the horror that grips her, running cold and heavy beneath her skin. It takes a moment for the adrenaline to release itself into her veins, a moment for her courage to grasp that fiery resolve in her good heart and push her into action—and as supple muscles gather beneath her satin skin, she only prays that it isn’t a moment too late (she would never be able to forgive herself, hoping that the goodness in the world—the goodness that she sees and knows is there—will play kindly with the line between life and death). Nightmares flash behind her eyes, terrible memories urging her forward.
However, just as Tiamat begins to push herself from the reef’s edge and into the ocean’s clear depths, she notices something—the poor creature, he is—he is rising. The blue mare catches herself, cloven hooves stumbling under the water’s surface before settling again on the flat sands, her thoughts racing and far too preoccupied with the phenomenon she thinks might be unfolding. Ever a believer in the extraordinary, in miracles, she can only assume the best as the stranger float closer to her. Swimming? Could he possibly be…swimming?
For all of her easy conversation, Tiamat finds herself at a loss of words when the stranger emerges from the calm tides. He slips from the briny depths as easily as one would ascend a hill, revealing himself as…what? What is he? Tiamat has never seen the likes of him before (not even close) and both wonderment and curiosity slowly swell and smother the horror that had gripped her so fiercely (she does not even consider what predatory natures he might have, too naïve and innocent to deliberate such dark things).
He greets her so simply, so nonchalantly, that the ocean mare can only laugh. She laughs at her own expense, her daze finally clearing as the chiming sound reverberates through her bones, a bashful smile softening her lips. “You—you were just—How?—I thought—” Her mind moves too fast for her tongue to keep up, spurting out bursts of words in incredulous awe, each fumbling over the other as her curiosity wrestles for understanding. “What—?” Tiamat finally breathes, her blue brow rising as she looks to him, her gaze skirting across his foreign figure. He does seem equine-like, but definitely like no equine she has ever seen before, more reminiscent of her father’s sea creatures.
“Forgive me, Sir—I have never seen someone like yourself before,” the ocean mare realizes that she’s been staring, and she certainly doesn’t want to offend him. Offering him an apologetic grin, her eyes seek his own (so bright, bewitching almost). “My name is Tiamat,” the mare bows her head in a dainty curtsy, “Are you all right?” She has to ask, even if by all appearances he seems to be perfectly fine—as though swimming deep into the ocean is normal. Unable to quell her interest any longer, it sparks another question from her lips, “Can you…breathe down there? Under water?” Her doe-eyes glisten with wonder, her breath baited in awe.
notes; :D also! You should fill out his profile, so we know more information about him c:
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