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The cold sensation of the unfamiliar kit's nose brushing against her own is thrilling. She feels as if there is an understanding between herself, the Ocean's daughter, and the new mare's companion- a mutual respect of each other as creatures respectful of and belonging to this world. Tiamat lets her white eyes settle over Lena and her pointed ears turn forward to cup the sound of her voice. Lena's proposition echoes within Tiamat's nimble form, seeming to reverberate through her bones and clatter in her lungs as she breathes them in blissfully. The dark mare's comment on her family was respectful and kind- so, it seems, is everything else about her. To go with lena would pose no threat. She feels freer even as she considers the proposition- that sense alone is enough to make up her mind. Her weight shifts forward to her cannons in childlike anticipation. She is ready to run, go forth towards her new home and experience what Lena describes. To never be lonely... she does not feel as if she has been lonely, but perhaps... perhaps she has. There has been a sort of hollowness in her mind and in her heart that has before never been explained. She has sought no explanation, for it has caused her no trouble. But to fill one's emptiness with something might give her something she has not even known she has missed. The expectation and excitement is too much; right away, she replies. "I would love to follow you," young Tiamat answers with a soft nickering and a step closer. The cleft of her hooves fills with pete and the steady rain soaks into her coat. A home, a place to stay, would be welcome now. Kind as her parents may be, they offer her little in the way of true shelter. "Your Aurora Basin..." she begins with a hesitant and respectful dip of her nose to the earth "The others there... they will be kind?" It feels a strange question to ask; normally she would assume kindness. But these are strangers- the first ones she will every truly interact with. She thinks of it as an obligation, even if it is not one she finds particularly pleasant. She wrinkles her nostrils and breathes in deeply, inhaling the scent of the earth and rain as they lace faintly across her senses. In the distance, the forest ends in a haze of light. She looks on hopefully, awaiting the future. |
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