“Up there,” the blue Mender gestures with her dainty head towards the group that has gathered, white eyes sparkling beneath the cold sun as she turns to her companion, “it looks like something else is happening now.” Nimue floats forward in a smooth, rocking motion, her large baby-blue eyes studying the distant crowd with something between bashfulness and curiosity. Tiamat understands the young Leviathan’s hesitation—Nimue has always been soft and shy, and her bonded’s black suspicions haven’t done anything to help.

All the same, Tiamat doesn’t hesitate in urging them both forward, resting a velvet muzzle on her companion’s back for comfort. As the pair approaches, the mare’s memory returns to her last encounter with Kisamoa—not far from where they are now, when he had ushered them into her father’s vast depths. While she had been terribly skeptical then, the oceanic stallion hadn’t allowed any harm to come to those who had followed his bidding. Even now, she dreams of what an experience it had been beneath the waves, swimming happily among the sea creatures, free from the worry of her next breath.

It had been a gift, and one that she never intends to forget.

That day has done well for the blue mare. While this ugly suspicion still does not release her entirely, or easily, she finds that its suffocating hold has been lessened. Her fragile heart grasps at Kisamoa’s promise, clutching his beautiful gift with an earnestness that she can hardly understand herself. Some of her usual spring is back in her step, and her lips soften comfortably into a grin as she settles among those already gathered.

Glancing down, Tiamat gasps, surprised that it is not pearly sand beneath her hooves, but tiny grains of glittering, colorful crystal. “What is this?” She murmurs to herself, her voice full of wonder as she casts a sideways glance to Nimue. Spotting a familiar dark figure, she tries to catch his eye, offering him a genuine, tender smile of gratitude. Rikyn had done so much for her the last time Helovia had assembled. She debates approaching him again, but noticing the small crowd already settled at his side, she opts for another, less-crowded friend.

“Lena,” she greets her fellow Mender with an intimate grin, offering her a familiar brush of her muzzle before shifting her attention to the shoreline, where Kisamoa stands with the Moon Goddess. “Do you know what’s happening?” She questions the brown mare, her tulip-shaped ears slanting forward curiously. It would seem that the Goddess is welcoming her sea-faring counterpart, rather than trying to run him away. Pursing her lips, Tiamat watches, waiting with her little heart fluttering.


notes; Gives @Rikyn a grin before speaking to @Lena <33
“Speech.”

tiamat

it was a place she needed.