Tiamat

like the ocean kissed the sky

For the first time in a long while, it had not been with a spring in her step and an exuberance in her eyes that Tiamat had departed from the Basin’s borders. After the battle at Blood Falls, she had returned to its snowy peaks, eager for the familiarity and the comfort of her home—safe and secured away from the violence that had raged around her. The ocean mare still shudders from the ferocity that she had witnessed—the hate and the cry for punishment—leaving her to care for those who had been the poor victims of such needless fury. She doesn’t mind healing, she will always be there for the wounded, but not like that (please, never like that).
 
Put on edge from her worries, the young mare had found herself travelling upwards—climbing the path to that heavenly field where she might be closest to her mother. Now, in her moment of unease, Tiamat needs her more than ever. “Mama,” she cries breathlessly when she has crested the mountain’s peak, standing above her sister clouds with her face turned upwards, reaching, “how long must it go on?” She closes her eyes, fighting against the sorrow that suddenly swells within her breast. Tiamat knows she must press on as she always has: with hope. Hope that the future will be brighter, that goodness will reign, and that violence will crumble without its cause.
 
That future gives her strength.
 
Exhaling a steady breath, Tiamat lowers her eyes back to the earth. Glancing idly around, there is a shadow in the distance that catches her attention. Dainty ears tip forward and her head tilts in curiosity, the tender skin around her nostrils quivering as she inhales the figure’s scent. She does not shy away as others might—as wiser people might, wary of the world and all its cruelties—but so tired is she from all the violence and the hate that she has witnessed, that there is hardly hesitation in her eagerness to explore this new stranger. And much to her good fortune, the shadowy figure turns out to be no stranger at all.
 
Recognizing the scent of one of her dear friends, the ocean mare brightens, tossing her head blithely and skipping into a half-rear before bounding spiritedly towards the black stallion. The beats of her cloven hooves are muted by the moist grasses, but Tiamat releases a joyful whinny to alert him of her approach (such caution is contributed to her enthusiasm, rather than the instinct of combat) before she gathers her muscles beneath her and launches herself over his resting frame. The chilled wind dances through her hair, thick blue locks billowing about her features as she comes to a nimble landing, and then allows herself to continue her momentum and tumble down into the grasses not far from where he lies.
 
Her delighted laughter pealing like the pattering of rain into the fresh air, the young unicorn glances over to the stallion. “I hadn’t expected to find you here, Nox,” her white eyes are glistening beneath the light of the sun, looking at him with a euphoria that could never understand the weight of hopelessness that is haunting him now. She is innocent and naïve, blissfully oblivious to the pains he has borne. “This is a wonderful place to rest though, I don’t blame you,” Tiamat nestles into the flowering meadow with a gleeful smile softening her lips, her chest expanding as she inhales the sweetness of spring.


notes; I figured this is set roughly in between the Blood Falls battle and the Green Labyrinth battle? I'm okay with anything though!
“Speech.”