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 |
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Nimue :: Common Orca Leviathan :: Boil
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The sound of her name echoing across the lake has the ocean mare turning her head, a smile widening across her lips when she spies just the man she wants to see. Stepping forward when he draws near, she responds with a small inclination of her own curved horn, her grin softening in amusement when the gelding doesn’t waste much time with pleasantries. “I am! Especially while enjoying this beautiful day,” Tiamat responds anyway, lifting her face briefly to the sun and shaking out her mane with a chorus of seashells.
Looking back to the blonde man, she continues with a simple, “I do!” Her voice portrays her own excitement, eager for him to become as much a part of this herd family as anyone else. To hear him express the same desire warms her broad, infectious grin. “I am so glad to hear that, Toulouse. I adore you, but I know there are some individuals that have not warmed up to you as…agreeably. I think it will do both you, and some herd members, good if you were to complete an expedition to better earn their trust and prove yourself to the Basin. Does that sound fair enough?” She offers him a cheering wink, confident that he will be able to do this.
“Now, for your tasks,” a breathy chuckle of laughter manages to lace her words, seeping from the anticipation that bubbles deliciously within her chest. She takes a step forward, looking up into those glassy, iridescent eyes of his. “I want you to assist at least three different members of the Basin in their daily tasks—whether it be something in their rank, or simply tidying their cave, or cleaning up around our valley. Spend the day with them, get to know them, and let them see the Toulouse that I know.”
The Ocean’s Light pauses, allowing the information to sink in before she continues. “Also, in service to the herd as a whole,” her pearly eyes sweep pointedly across the valley around them, “I would like you to visit the Sentinels at least once, and clean up any scrap metal that has fallen from their frames—the metal will be stored in a corner of the secret tent, to await the Sentinels’ restoration.” The machines are precious their herd, and she hopes that this will allow him the opportunity to marvel at their strength, despite their ruin.
Skimming her leonine tail across the tall grass behind her, the blue Lady eyes the gelding for a moment more, wondering about his reaction to this little expedition given to him. “Any questions?” She tilts her head to the side, allowing the sunlight to highlight the delicate lines of her face.
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