no dreams within her heart,
but dreams of love

The mare’s white eyes are glued to the circle of light, to the twirling creatures as they spin and dance in their humble glory (for although she cannot discern exactly what it is, or even how many there are, she feels such a sense of unity in this moment, she likes to believe that they—separate beings—are one in this experience, joined for a breath by this beautiful miracle). Their brilliant radiance highlights her dainty features, illuminating her gaze in more ways than one. From their light she feels a warmth bloom within her chest, swelling until it fills her bones, enlightening her body with this wonderful happiness.

With baited breath, the ocean mare watches as spindles of light reach out to the center of their circle, encompassing the dazzling egg with vibrant threads. Suddenly, the egg is lifted, suspended above the tranquil waters as it seems to dance, matching to rhythm of the strange being(s) that surround it. Tiamat can feel her heartbeat rise, a spark of worry managing to flicker through her mind, concerned for the wellbeing of the precious, fragile orb.

However, the movement seems so practiced, so controlled, and so careful that her fear is quickly suppressed. With wondering awe, she watches as the egg is ultimately placed upon a pillar of stone. Up until now, the other members that have gathered have been forgotten—only when they move does she glance back to them, delicate ears pressing curiously forward. Tiamat does not share the concern of some of the others. While she wants nothing but the best for this egg, and the dear child within, there is no doubt in her mind that these creatures of light wouldn’t allow any harm to come upon it.

Stepping almost shyly forward, the blue mare wanders closer to the radiant circle, absorbing its presence. She stops before them, her breath caught for a moment, and she gives them—it?—a bashful smile. “Hello,” she offers an invitation of communication, of welcome, even of friendship. Tiamat’s voice is more subdued than her usual cheer, hushed by reverent respect, and the enchanting awe that has seemingly gripped every one of them. With her smile widening, Tiamat glances to the egg, ever mindful of its precious, captivating, and wondrous presence.


notes; Wishlist
Seeking a Leviathan with Boil ability; one refusal
AB Herd Member—extra name into draw from March Herd Champions.
“Speech.”