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04-05-2017, 09:58 PM
Tiamat LADY OF THE AURORA BASIN
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The Corporal’s (amused, Tiamat would like to think) question distracts her focus from the mound of sand she had been collecting, and she raises her white eyes to follow Toulouse’s gaze out across the ocean. “Oh! Yes—” the blue Lady laughs airily, tossing her head with a chiming of seashells as she realizes the reason for their curiosity; she imagines seeing someone else suddenly bursting from the depths of the sea, and is still tickled by the picture. How peculiar it would be! “Isn’t it wonderful? I discovered it just last season,” she explains with a wide grin sweeping across her lips, sighing blissfully to herself.
Little does the ocean Lady know that the two herd mates now beside her also have their own passive magic. Of course, she would never be able to guess either of them. While she has heard of few people being immortal throughout Helovia (her dear friend, Nox, being one of them), the ability of resurrection—to die completely, and then come back to life—is one that is foreign to her. And an equine that drinks blood? Perhaps it is in the gelding’s best interest that his ocean friend not know of his plight, because while she would be hard-pressed to judge him for it, there would undoubtedly be a barrage of questions to satisfy her curiosity.
Instead, in familiar and wonderful ignorance, the Ocean’s Light turns her attention back to their sandy structure. She smiles when Weaver joins their efforts, nodding enthusiastically to the idea of a moat and wall, which gives her a splendid idea. “I think we should build a castle—a grand palace,” Tiamat crows with a dramatic sweep of a cloven hoof to raise a pointed tower—which inevitably falls over a moment later. Undeterred, she looks eagerly to her Leviathan, “Nimue? Would you mind?” The little orca trills a whistle before gliding back to the ocean.
While the blue mare focuses on building a new and reinforced tower of sand, the Leviathan dives beneath the surface of frothy waves and rolling tides. Returning to the reef that she and her bondmate had just left, Nimue swims through the coral, seaweed, and schools of fish. She searches the ocean floor for empty seashells, picking up the most colorful ones with her round lips and carrying them back with her. Smiling when she sees her companion burst again to the surface, Tiamat thanks the whale, and collects the pile of shells between the three of them. “To decorate it with,” she explains, grabbing one and sticking it on the tower she had just finished, proudly displaying it to her herd mates.
“Speech.”
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