She Smelled of Daisies,

[OPEN] She Smelled of Daisies,

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

03-29-2017, 02:56 AM

The Ocean’s Light glances from one large equine to the other as they greet each other. Reichenbach is as lively and as full of warmth as she has ever seen him, greeting the Basin’s warrior with a voice lilting heartily over the highland terrain. Wessex, in contrast, is like stone—more subdued compared to the stallion’s expressive features, unyielding in both strength and security, and get somehow altogether gentle. Tiamat adores them both, and is thrilled to see them (apparently) getting along together splendidly!

At their compliments of her choice in friends, the blue Lady chuckles blithely, flicking out her tail and fluttering her long lashes. “Oh you’re too kind,” she murmurs modestly, though the sparkle in her eyes is enough to indicate her blooming excitement.

With her head still lost in effervescent clouds, the sea maiden follows their attention as their conversation shifts slightly, Reichenbach acknowledging their impressive (albeit, decaying, but mighty all the same) set of Sentinels that guard their entrance. Tiamat has never heard their sirens roar or their red eyes blaze herself, thankfully, but their presence is undoubtedly comforting. They are a symbol of home, and everything she holds dear.

Tilting her head back and sweeping her pearly eyes to Wessex, the Ocean’s Light joins the dappled woman in her laughter. “Indeed! The Sentinels have served us well for many years. They watch over us—over a people growing stronger with every passing day. It is so exciting to see the mountains alive and bustling again!” She can’t help but sway a little bit in her happiness while her lion tail rises and curls, as though her body simply cannot contain the emotions that bubble within her chest, and reach to fill every part of her. Her eyes dance and her smile is wide and infectious, truly overjoyed to see her beloved home thriving once more.

She sighs blissfully to herself, glancing delightfully to her fellow herd mate, before her attention focuses once more on the mahogany stallion. “Come, come, my friend,” she gestures to Reichenbach with a tilt of her curved horn, turning her body so that she faces the Basin’s valley. “You must be weary from your travels; you can refresh yourself at the Basin’s lake,” her smile softens warmly, inviting him to join her at her shoulder while she guides him into their land. A touch is given to Wessex, sapphire lips gracing her broad shoulder, welcoming her to join them as well.

“Speech.”

the ocean loved her and knew everything that made her

and every time she’d walk to the shore,

she’d smile at the ocean

because the waves told her story

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