As it had turned out, Tiamat had wandered well away from the path to her intended destination. Although she had graced the shores of Helovia before, the years since her leave have not done well to preserve her memory—at least of the general locations. She remembers the mare who had initially taken her to Aurora Basin, and her infinite kindness, as well as the tall stallion who had mended people, and a filly with her pup. What has become of them she does not know, but hopes to see them again—along with the other members that call the Aurora Basin their home.
Home.
Her heart sings with the thought, the elation swelling in her body until it makes her light, lifting her steps with euphoric eagerness. It takes all the restraint in her body to not bounce, dance, and leap forward. Tiamat wants nothing but to run onward, to the Basin, to home, but her consideration for Ashamin’s wounds allows her to hold herself back. Still, her eagerness reveals itself in the prance of her step and the brightness of her eyes. If she were not held together by flesh and bone, the blue mare is sure she would be glowing like the sun.
With her nostrils curling in an exhale of breath, the unicorn’s white eyes drift upward, and a small smile charms her lips. I did it, mama. She hums joyfully to herself, to her mother sky who watches over her. If the people of Aurora Basin will have her, Tiamat intends to pick up the pieces that she had relinquished—to begin where she had left off. The desire to help, to contribute, to mend still rushes through her veins like her father’s waves rush her body. She would be truly honored to be given the opportunity to learn how to heal those around her.
Comforted by that thought, she returns her gaze to the snowy tundra, following Ashamin upwards to the arctic valley of their home. Before long, the white frost of winter gives way—revealing what Tiamat has waited so long to see. At the sight of the large gathering, her heart nearly leaps out of her chest as it races, her eyes widening with the smile along her lips. This is it!
She settles at Ashamin’s side, towards the back of the congregation. Despite the frigid chill, the blue mare feels warm with the happiness that ignites every fiber of her being. She does not relax, as quivering as she is with the suppression of her enthusiasm, and her gaze sweeps over the faces that she can see. And that’s when she sees her—the mare! The mare who had found her in the Threshold, and him! The tall blood-bay stallion. Tempted as she is to wander and say an eager hello, Tiamat does not. It would not be respectful to those whom all eyes seem trained towards, so she waits—waits and basks in the glowing delight of her heart, comforted by her mother’s gentle watch.
notes; I was told I could stick her in here with Ashamin, since she intends to rejoin AB. Hope it's okay! ^^
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saints just swimming in our sins again
