Already the blue mare is quite taken with her newfound friend—is isn’t often that she finds someone who seems to be as bubbling and full of energy as she (not that she minds in the least) but she can’t help but feel buoyed by his company. Already she had woken to a beautiful day, her mother sky clear and bright, with the sun’s rays falling to glisten on the whiteness of the Basin’s valley. It is a picture to behold—how could it not be enjoyed?—and she feels her spirits rising even higher with the positivity and the liveliness that she feels sparkling between them. Surely, this day could not be any more perfect!
Tiamat’s cheerful laughter trickles from her lips like the rain does from her sister clouds, light and chiming as it echoes across the glassy lake, her white eyes bright with the thrill of the morning. Much to her delight, the gallant little stallion seems to be more than willing to play along with her lighthearted amusement, introducing himself with all the prowess of such and bowing with dramatic finesse. The young mare tucks her head in towards her chest with an elated smile before arching her neck and giving him a little curtsy of her own.
“The pleasure is all mine, Sir Johnny, where would I be if you hadn’t come along?” The ocean blue mare shivers once from the cold chill that lingers from her damp skin, but the discomfort isn’t nearly enough to dampen the euphoria of her mood.
Fortunately, her knight is not offended by her wondrous outburst about his scent—so unfamiliar and strange and sweet—and he takes it in stride, as though this isn’t the first (and likely not the last) time that he has received such a reaction. Honestly, she would be surprised if he wasn’t used to it, considering that as far as her knowledge goes, it isn’t usual to smell so…sugary. Her interest is only piqued further when he continues, explaining that his body is, quite plainly, made of sugar. “Made of sugar and peppermint? Literally?!” The blue unicorn can’t help but be amazed—who wouldn’t be?—and it shows in the astonishment of her expression.
“Well good for you for showing her! I must say, you’re the most delicious candy man I’ve ever seen,” she giggles, flicking the long length of her leonine tail out behind her. Her smile is broad and flashes the whiteness of her teeth from behind her lips, although there is a part of her that feels sorry for him. To have been cursed—how awful! Why would anyone do such a thing? He seems so nice! But his resilience only proves the goodness and justness of the world, and she admires him greatly for his optimism.
Her thoughts might have wandered father down that road—more curious as to why he was cursed—but Johnny speaks again, proposing an offer that she’s never been given before. “Do you mean—taste, like eat?” Tiamat is taken back, her lips parting into an ‘o’ of bewilderment and her head tilts to the side, trying to wrap her head around it. Surely, she can’t turn him down. “You’re certain it won’t hurt you?” The mare shifts her weight, not completely sure, but ultimately her curiosity is too great for her to swallow. Her chest expanding in a heavy exhale, she reaches forward—still hesitant—before delicately grabbing the end of a peppermint strand and biting it off (she looks to his face to make double sure it didn’t hurt him, before chewing).
She hadn’t expected this!
Her eyes light up as the peppermint candy fills her mouth like a cool winter wonderland on her tongue. “Oh my goodness—that’s good!—you’re good?” Her brow wrinkles for a moment as she considers the proper phrasing, although her merry grin soon returns and spreads to brighten her face. “Better be careful, Johnny, I might eat you up,” the blue mare laughs comfortably, eyes dancing. It is a strange thought—to be eating someone’s hair—but she can’t deny that she enjoys it. “Is your whole family like you? Made of candy?” She fixes him with wide, awed eyes, brimming with curiosity.
“Speech.”
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