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09-21-2015, 02:12 PM
like the ocean kissed the sky,
at the most beautiful place under the sun
at the most beautiful place under the sun
“I have not brought evil here. Only safety. There shall be no bloodshed on this day.”
Had…had she heard him correctly?
There shall be no bloodshed on this day.
“Oh…” Tiamat breathes, releasing a gasping, shuddering sigh of relief. Suddenly, the ocean mare feels a weight rise from her shoulders and she feels weak, weak with the overwhelming sense of release that lifts her body until she hardly feels connected to herself at all. As though she could fly. The tightness of worry that had clenched her chest releases, giving way to her chiming laughter that bubbles from her lips, and she doesn’t try to contain it. Tiamat had known that if she kept her faith kindling among the shadows, that if she believed strong enough despite all of the hate, that goodness would ultimately come to bless them.
Oh, truly, what a joyous and wonderful day this is!
Her white eyes turning upwards to the flaming deity—the Sun God, she now knows—Tiamat cannot help the pure radiance of gratitude and elation that brightens her features, brightens her entire being. Truthfully, words cannot express the amount of relief and appreciation that she feels for his ability to bring this new realm to them so peacefully, without the cruelty of the others—but surely few words need to be said with the lucidity of emotion shining through her eyes. “Thank you, God of the Sun,” she whispers in fervent, reverent gratitude, “Thank you.” And she bows her head to him, low and respectful, a smile wide on her lips when she straightens.
The mare’s gaze follows the Sun God as he wanders off, in awe of his collection—comfortable now, to release her guards and enjoy the beauty of this place—the light of her contentment seeming to glow in every corner of her body. “How blessed we are to be spared of more hate today,” she breathes with a happy sigh, turning her attention to her dear friend at her side. Another chime of laughter peals from her lips, rushing through the air as if to fall on the ocean like rain, like and airy in the buoyancy of her delight. So much lately she has felt bogged down and disheartened by the wars that have annihilated their people, that the relief of today makes her feel giddy. Oh, how she could sing!
notes; Is indescribably grateful that there will be no war; expresses this to both the Sun God and Ashamin.
“Speech.”
Had…had she heard him correctly?
There shall be no bloodshed on this day.
“Oh…” Tiamat breathes, releasing a gasping, shuddering sigh of relief. Suddenly, the ocean mare feels a weight rise from her shoulders and she feels weak, weak with the overwhelming sense of release that lifts her body until she hardly feels connected to herself at all. As though she could fly. The tightness of worry that had clenched her chest releases, giving way to her chiming laughter that bubbles from her lips, and she doesn’t try to contain it. Tiamat had known that if she kept her faith kindling among the shadows, that if she believed strong enough despite all of the hate, that goodness would ultimately come to bless them.
Oh, truly, what a joyous and wonderful day this is!
Her white eyes turning upwards to the flaming deity—the Sun God, she now knows—Tiamat cannot help the pure radiance of gratitude and elation that brightens her features, brightens her entire being. Truthfully, words cannot express the amount of relief and appreciation that she feels for his ability to bring this new realm to them so peacefully, without the cruelty of the others—but surely few words need to be said with the lucidity of emotion shining through her eyes. “Thank you, God of the Sun,” she whispers in fervent, reverent gratitude, “Thank you.” And she bows her head to him, low and respectful, a smile wide on her lips when she straightens.
The mare’s gaze follows the Sun God as he wanders off, in awe of his collection—comfortable now, to release her guards and enjoy the beauty of this place—the light of her contentment seeming to glow in every corner of her body. “How blessed we are to be spared of more hate today,” she breathes with a happy sigh, turning her attention to her dear friend at her side. Another chime of laughter peals from her lips, rushing through the air as if to fall on the ocean like rain, like and airy in the buoyancy of her delight. So much lately she has felt bogged down and disheartened by the wars that have annihilated their people, that the relief of today makes her feel giddy. Oh, how she could sing!
notes; Is indescribably grateful that there will be no war; expresses this to both the Sun God and Ashamin.
“Speech.”
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magic & force are permitted.
magic & force are permitted.
