Tiamat

like the ocean kissed the sky

A shiver runs the length of Tiamat’s spine, prickling her skin and tickling her bones. Frostfall is not particularly kind to a mare built like herself—hardly accustomed to the cold and harsh winds. But she can’t complain too much—the brilliant white of the snow, glittering beneath the sun’s luminous rays, is certainly a beautiful sight. Breathing in deeply, her chest swells with pleasure—pleasure with life. Deciding that she is too cold and restless to stay still for long, she kicks up her heels into a brisk canter, weaving her way through the woods of the Threshold. The wind whistles as it blows through the hollows of her horn, singing a poignant song that echoes in her ears.

Bursting through the trees, the ocean mare forces herself to a halt, her flanks dipping low to the ground as she does so. With bright eyes, she watches as the momentum of her body sends a spray of snow spewing from her cloven hooves, reaching to land in little puddles on the thin ice of the stream’s surface. Tiamat giggles delightfully to herself, shaking her ornamented mane out as she strides to its snowy banks. “You look cold, brother,” the unicorn says with playful laughter in her voice, the white plumes of her breaths billowing out over the frozen surface as she lowers her muzzle to inspect it.

A moment passes before—unexpectedly—a pink tongue flashes from blue lips to lick quickly over the ice-covered water. Why? Just, because—does there need to be a logical explanation for everything? (Now where’s the fun in that?) Jerking her head back at the bitter chill that suddenly stings her mouth, Tiamat snorts to herself, shaking her head and smacking her lips. “Well played, brother dear, well played,” one side of her brow rises in mock skepticism, but of course she can’t hold it for long and a smile breaks across her lips to light her features again.

Flicking her generously-plumed leonine tail out behind her, the blue mare raises her head and allows her gaze to wander idly up the shoreline. She nearly misses the mare, perched not far away at the stream’s embankment—if it were not for slight movement (or the patch of black that she now distinguishes from the bark of the trees), Tiamat likely would have overlooked her altogether. Grinning and tucking her head in towards herself in the silent display of a decision, the ocean mare trots through the thick powdery snow, her movements as fluid as rain flowing over rocks.

“Hi there!” She calls out to the stranger, coming to a smooth halt at her side and giving her a friendly smile, “Cold day, isn’t it? It’s a good thing Frostfall is so pretty.” Tiamat laughs lightheartedly, her wispy breaths billowing and white eyes roaming for a moment to the frosted woods around them. At least the sun is shining—lately, it seems like their days are darkened more often than not. “Mind if I join you?” Her tone is hopeful but nonthreatening; she understands the need for some alone time every now and then, although she personally wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to make a friend (or share body heat, in a season like this).


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