Whatever excitement (eagerness? Anxiousness?) that Rikyn suddenly feels is nearly palpable. The ocean maiden follows him wordlessly from the Endless Blue, glancing often to the golden Pegasus, and wondering if she has also discovered whatever it is that excites Rikyn so much. The Lady of the Basin has not theorized as her company has—while the threat of Kaos is often on her mind (black and troubling, like a festering wound) her attention has been largely concentrated on her mountain home. The safety of her herd family has been her focus, out of duty, although she is well aware that the monster threatens all of them.

It is late into the evening by the time the trio finally reaches the Veins of the Gods—night is nearly upon them, with the sun haloing its final farewell across the vast horizon of her father ocean. She glances up to her sister stars, marveling at how they dance and sparkle in the dusky darkness, and breathes a silent prayer of strength as her cloven hooves travel across the rocky bridge and to the magma-veined island of Helovia’s deities.

Fortunately, the darkly-colored stallion seems to be confident where she is not, stepping surely over the uneven stone and towards the Time God’s shrine. The Ocean’s Light follows him, mirroring his lead when he halts and lowers his head. She has never summoned—or talked to—a god in the Veins before, and the experience is both nerve-wracking and exciting. The God of the Spark is, of course, her own patron god, and she deeply revers him for his power, as well as grateful to him for his generosity—without him, she wouldn’t have had the magic to heal, or have the home that she holds so close to her heart.

“Your Godliness,” she murmurs reverently, bowing her head to brush the broken shrine with her velvet lips. When both Rikyn and Yael voice their own theories, Tiamat listens intently. Her eyes grow wide with worry at the thought that there could be some kind of threat lurking within the ocean (her dear father, her sanctuary), and she inches closer to the golden-marked stallion, pressing gently against him for strength.

The idea is impossible—it has to be—and her eyes search the carvings on the Spark God’s shrine, as though the stone could give her an answer and ease her worries. Kaos has brought them nothing but lies and destruction; to think that the monster poisoned her cherished ocean is almost too much for her fragile heart to bear.

Against any will of her own, Tiamat begins to tremble, despite the comfort of her Leviathan pressing against her flank. When she manages to speak, her voice is hardly above a whisper and almost choking, but somehow passionate in her desire to see her world clean again. “I’m willing to do whatever it will take to bring safety to Helovia again,” she murmurs earnestly, the muscles in her jaw tightening. Still, when Rikyn presents the Time God his stone, she can’t help but grin (small, but tender) at the memories that peculiar stone has given her—a side of Rikyn that she holds dear to her heart. Such memories are precious in a time as turbulent as this.


notes; And I didn't do any thinking at all yay :'D
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