a thorn among the petals

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[PRIVATE] a thorn among the petals

Tiamat the Ocean's Light Posts: 360

Aurora Basin Lady atk: 8 | def: 10 | dam: 3

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2 :: 6 years HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Nimue :: Common Orca Leviathan :: Boil Reli

02-11-2017, 02:03 AM

tiamat

like the ocean kissed the sky—

Although the ocean mare is not quite as perceptive as some, it does not escape her attention that the golden-marked stallion is more downcast than usual. She knows him well enough to recognize the flatness of his smile, and the fatigue that dampens his usually bright (if not rather mischievous) gaze. With dainty ears swiveling forward in concern, she cannot help but wonder what has influenced him so dismally, and considering the tragedies that have plagued Helovia lately, it is easy for her to assume the betrayal of Kisamoa. Little does she know just how deep Rikyn’s grief runs.

“Has it really been that long?” She questions absentmindedly when the stallion redirects the conversation to the blue mare. Tiamat remembers that day on the beach, when skepticism had weighed on her fragile mind, but ultimately the sea ~~stallion’s~~ monster’s gift of breathing underwater had lifted her spirits.

It seems a lifetime ago now.

She feels bitterness at the memory, wondering how they had all been so easily fooled. “I suppose it has! My goodness, how time can fly,” the Mender shakes her head with a chime of seashells, managing a small smile despite the ache in her heart.

Breathing deeply through her nose, she continues, unable to completely shake the burden of betrayal from her shoulders, although she finds comfort in her friend’s company. “I could say the same. There were times when I found myself less haunted by...” Tiamat shifts her weight uneasily, not used to feeling such terrible things, “unfortunate events. Even so, it is a lovely day today! Don’t you agree?” She forces her smile to brighten, stepping forward and turning her body to stand alongside Rikyn.

Sighing wistfully to herself, the ocean mare leans her head against the man’s dark shoulder, looking out across the Thistle Meadow. It is undoubtedly beautiful—time goes on, despite their tragedies, and spring has brought life. “Let’s enjoy it while we can,” she murmurs, watching as her companion chirps happily to Rikyn’s stag. If only they could have this moment forever.

“Speech.”

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