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03-27-2016, 04:19 PM
no dreams within her heart,
but dreams of love
but dreams of love
With her head in the clouds, the blue mare had wandered from her mountain home. She exists in a haze of euphoria more potent than her usual delight, velvet lips perpetually turned upwards, a spring in the waltz of her step, and a gleam of jubilation that brightens her kindly eyes until they seem to dance all their own. Her gaze turns upwards often, to smile at the clear blue sky, crisp with the chill of Frostfall. “I did it, Mama!” She sings not for the first time, laughing joyously to herself and spinning on dainty heels.
Already she can feel it within her—the change, the blessing from their patron god, the gift of healing. The Spark’s powerful magic seems to hum through her bones, trilling delightfully through every muscle and sinew of her body to lift her up, until Tiamat feels as though she could fly! Oh, how wonderful it is! How beautiful a blessing! Tossing her head into the air, seashells chiming through the mass of her hair, the ocean mare laughs—her voice floating across the still, glassy waters like sparkling wafts of air, inviting all to join her in this brilliant moment of rapture.
It is when she hears laughter that is not her own that she pauses, white eyes searching the horizon to find the brilliant individuals. Dazzling creatures of light, dancing and circling an equally stunning orb, they are calling and beckoning to her, welcoming her to join the small throng that has already heeded their gentle invitation. Singing along with airy, wordless breaths, Tiamat bounds forward, ever drawn to such light—such goodness—as a moth is drawn to a flame.
“How beautiful!” The blue mare breathes to herself as she draws near, slowing enough to not disturb the unmistakable reverence that surrounds the blazing, dancing circle. Noticing a particularly familiar face, she tears her gaze away just long enough to maneuver to his side, pressing lightly to the stallion’s shoulder as she leans in to him. “Doesn’t it just take your breath away?” Tiamat whispers in wonder, casting a brief smile while she watches, her heart thrumming and her body swaying to the beat of their dance.
notes; Interacts directly with @Mortuus Nox <3
Wishlist
Seeking a Leviathan with Boil ability; one refusal
AB Herd Member—extra name into draw from March Herd Champions.
“Speech.”
Already she can feel it within her—the change, the blessing from their patron god, the gift of healing. The Spark’s powerful magic seems to hum through her bones, trilling delightfully through every muscle and sinew of her body to lift her up, until Tiamat feels as though she could fly! Oh, how wonderful it is! How beautiful a blessing! Tossing her head into the air, seashells chiming through the mass of her hair, the ocean mare laughs—her voice floating across the still, glassy waters like sparkling wafts of air, inviting all to join her in this brilliant moment of rapture.
It is when she hears laughter that is not her own that she pauses, white eyes searching the horizon to find the brilliant individuals. Dazzling creatures of light, dancing and circling an equally stunning orb, they are calling and beckoning to her, welcoming her to join the small throng that has already heeded their gentle invitation. Singing along with airy, wordless breaths, Tiamat bounds forward, ever drawn to such light—such goodness—as a moth is drawn to a flame.
“How beautiful!” The blue mare breathes to herself as she draws near, slowing enough to not disturb the unmistakable reverence that surrounds the blazing, dancing circle. Noticing a particularly familiar face, she tears her gaze away just long enough to maneuver to his side, pressing lightly to the stallion’s shoulder as she leans in to him. “Doesn’t it just take your breath away?” Tiamat whispers in wonder, casting a brief smile while she watches, her heart thrumming and her body swaying to the beat of their dance.
notes; Interacts directly with @Mortuus Nox <3
Wishlist
Seeking a Leviathan with Boil ability; one refusal
AB Herd Member—extra name into draw from March Herd Champions.
“Speech.”
please tag Tia in all replies!
magic & force are permitted.
magic & force are permitted.
