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07-21-2015, 08:17 AM
At the shore of the island a white shroud bobs in the ebb and flow of the tides, circling the earth in white silk that serves as a barrier between the outside and in. Nothing will reach her, as long as the white is unbroken.
But this does not mean that Tiamat is alone.
The bright light of that day descends and the blue of the shore rises to greet it. A great wave crashes up, kissing the underside of the softest of clouds, and at their meeting a conversion occurs. The water forms the figure of an equine titan, the sky of the same. These are the parents Tiamat has believed in with so much fierceness, present now in her life for the very first time. They have come to see her when she calls for the divine.
The ocean is full of shadows. His body stems from the tides and thus seems to have no end, instead simply standing him on great pillars of water that swirl in constant motion. If he is of any breed then surely he must be a draft, one with feathers and foam as seaweed, and stalagmites from caves in the deep decorating the bridge of his great nose. His tail is a waterfall; his eyes are the depths of the sea.
The sky is lightness. She falls, airily arabian, on great wide wings made of overhead winds and lands beside her lover on delicate hooves made of cyclones. Her bright eyes flash like the sun, her hide is a bright blue spotted in mid-day stars and drifts of white clouds, existing impossible at once. Her two wings flare before she tucks one over the great body of the sea, revealing the patterns beneath them: dark as the night, and deep as unknowing.
These are not the Gods of Helovia, perhaps not of any other land, either--it is possible they have never existed and never will. They are perhaps only figments meant to arrive in dreams to the lonely, desperate, and fearful. But if nothing else, they are here in Tiamat's time of need, rising from nothing and watching her from over that great white swath of protection: the silken token of the dead's eternal affection.
"My daughter," murmurs the sky with a glowing concern that falls from her light-eyes, "why have you called for the gods when we are here for you?"
The ocean is quiet at first. His watery muzzle drips as it touches to the moving features of the sky. When he opens his mouth there is only the roar of the ocean, a static comfort. His love knows the meaning of this. Will Tiamat understand? Or will she falter at the vision of the majesty of nature she's so long believed in when it's been out of sight?
[[@[Tiamat]. Ocean & Sky. Ahh, this is so fun!]]
