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Mesec the Nightwind Posts: 476
World's Edge Glazier atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 16.3hh :: 7 years old HP: 76 | Buff: NOVICE
Lucius :: Royal Zephyr :: Roc & Lyra :: Common Kitsune :: Dreams Sarah
#1

oh, I see stars rushing through my mind

colours have no time to fade

Mesec hadn’t been entirely honest with Vesper when he had said he would be gone for a few days and the small lie felt like a stone weighing him down. He hated doing that, hated lying to her, but he had wanted to come visit the Basin and see if there had been any news about Ki’irha - and he did not want his daughter around if the answer turned out to be ‘no’. Maybe he was wrong to protect her from that disappointment but it had felt like the right thing to do when they had talked… It was just now, as he was walking the stretched towards the Basin’s entrance, that he was starting to regret the choice to leave her behind.

But then there was another worry - if Vesper was reminded of what she had left behind here, even without her mother there, would she leave Mesec? And if Ki’irha was back, Mesec certainly wouldn’t blame either of the twins for not wanting to stay with him any longer.

Lyra promptly scoffed at these thought and whacked Mesec with her paw as if to reprimand him for it. The kitsune pup thought very highly of his daughter and did not seem to appreciate anything close to being a suggestion that she wasn’t the perfect angel Lyra knew her to be.

Said pup, while growing, was still small enough to sit atop of Mesec’s head, one half in front of his ears and the other half behind. It had become a favourite place for her - as it was as high as she could get without having wings of her own. Lucius had elected to stay behind this trip, staying where he could check up on Vesper now and then.

So it was that Mesec approached the Basin with a troubled mind - but when had a trip to this place ever been anything but troubled?

He hoped, at least, that he might see a friendly or familiar face. It was mid-afternoon by the time they arrived at the Basin’s borders where Mesec paused though this far north it looked much later in the day already. The sunlight was turning golden with the promise of an early sunset and the chill in the air whispered promises of snow before long.

Though he was sure he’d be spotted before long, Mesec released a friendly call to any in the area - alerting them to his presence.
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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
#2
The ocean mare is somewhere near the medic’s cave when Mesec approaches the Basin’s borders. She ambles between the cave and the greenhouse, sorting through the herbs and sprigs that have been gathered throughout the seasons, discarding of the old ones and making room for their fresh replacements. It is a basic (but important) task, one that she has done countless of times before—and therefore one that doesn’t require a whole lot of thought. As sapphire lips sort through stems of all-heal and pieces of comfrey root, her mind is tangled in recent events, writhing in a mess that refuses to make sense.

The four parallel gouges across her right cheek and down the right side of her neck are lathered with a salve she had mixed earlier that day. Although she possesses the magic to heal the wounds and leave her skin perfectly unblemished, Tiamat finds herself wanting them to heal naturally. It is a much slower process, and pain still sears with every wrong movement, but something about this is important to the blue maiden. Every aching spasm reminds her of how they had been betrayed, and of the anger (so foreign and new to the fragile Mender) that had raged through her shuddering frame. Perhaps her wounds are a self-inflicted punishment for reveling in such a hateful emotion, or perhaps she keeps it as a key to a door she’s just discovered.

Tiamat isn’t sure which possibility scares her more.

Nimue, all the while, hovers close to her bondmate. It is the first time that the little whale has experienced pain since she had hatched, and through their mental connection, Tiamat can tell that Nimue is just as shaken as she is herself. Suddenly their world is changing. Suddenly their glass hearts are pricked by the poisonous needle of bitterness and betrayal and agony—and the ocean mare fears that it is spreading to darken the light she has always held so dear. (Where is the goodness? Where is the mercy?)

When Mesec calls out across the frozen valley, it comes as a welcomed distraction for the oceanic pair. Braiding an extra sprig of mint among the seaweed in her hair, Tiamat pivots on dainty heels towards the borders, wincing only slightly as the motion pulls at her injuries. Nimue, ever concerned with her bonded’s wellbeing, whistles a low and anxious sound, brushing tenderly against the lower part of the mare’s shoulder. Tiamat smiles, returning the affection with a nuzzle of velvety lips.

The stallion’s winged frame is haloed by the distant-setting sun, but it doesn’t take long for the blue maiden to recognize him. “Mesec!” She calls out to him happily, picking up a jog to close the last bit of distance between them. Reaching the black stallion, she goes to wrap her neck around him in an embrace, but wincing from the pain, she opts to bury her face into his shoulder instead, leaning against him. It is an intimate greeting, perhaps even one to make him uncomfortable, but Tiamat is a character with little inhibition. Mesec’s familiarity is a haven—with her world so tragically shaken the past few days, it is something she soaks in.

“My dear friend, what brings you to the Basin? I hope all is well?” There is a smile on her face when she pulls away from him, white eyes looking up beneath her long lashes to read his expression. That is when she notices the tiny fox pup on his head. On his head! How adorable is that?! Tiamat laughs softly, glancing up to the kitsune with eyes as piercing as her bonded’s. “And hello there little one! Aren’t you adorable,” she quirks her head to the side, her smile deepening. Curious about the multi-tailed pup, Nimue eyes the creature, looking around the mare’s shoulder as she emits a low whistle.


“Speech.”
tiamat
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
there’s a land that I heard of once—
in a lullaby.

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Mesec the Nightwind Posts: 476
World's Edge Glazier atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 16.3hh :: 7 years old HP: 76 | Buff: NOVICE
Lucius :: Royal Zephyr :: Roc & Lyra :: Common Kitsune :: Dreams Sarah
#3

oh, I see stars rushing through my mind

colours have no time to fade

As he had suspected, they were not left alone on the border for very long. A familiar voice called out his name and Mesec brightens at the sight of Tiamat. Though their friendship was new, he would be a fool to deny that she had made a lasting impression. It wasn’t often that he met someone so completely friendly, so incredibly optimistic. It would be amazing to talk to her again but it also felt wonderful to be greeted so warmly on the borders of his former home.

He opened his mouth to greet the sea-mare but she closed the gap between them and buried her face in his shoulder, leaning against it. Lyra was just amazed and baffled as he was, her violet eyes watching as Mesec hesitated before reaching over with his muzzle to gently press it against her neck in greeting. This felt… familiar. As though they were old friends greeting each other after a long absence. Surely he could not have made such a good first impression to warrant such an affectionate greeting on their second meeting? Somewhere far away in the Edge, Lucius was laughing and making jokes through their bond about blue mares - which Lyra didn’t get and caused Mesec’s skin to burn with a blush.

He wanted to ask Tiamat if she was alright but she spoke first - her warm voice asking what had brought him to the Basin - and when they pull away from their embrace there’s a smile on his face to match hers. “Everything is fine… or, well, as well as it could be.” Unspoken is the reference to Kaos, to the betrayal of Kisamoa. Before he could explain his reasoning for visiting the Basin, Tiamat noticed the kitsune pup perched on the top of his head and his smile returned brightly. Five small tails were thumping excitedly against the side of his head as Lyra realized that Tiamat was calling her adorable, and she attempted to dislodge herself from her perch so she could properly greet these new friends.

“This is Lyra, I found her soon after we had met.” Mesec explained as he held out a wing a few inches from his body so that Lyra could climb down - but the pup’s excitement stopped her from being careful and she tumbled instead - landing on the ground with a small thud as she attempted to shimmy down Mesec’s wing. She had fallen from much higher heights before and quickly got to her feet to show everyone that she was just fine “I think she likes you two.” Mesec added with a bright laugh as the fallen pup clamoured to her feet and skittered forwards - yelping with delight at this incredible new creature that had whistled at her.

Mesec’s silver eyes turn away from their companions and they catch on the salve on Tiamat’s right cheek and on her neck. Were those… claw marks? Immediately, Mesec felt a chill seeping through his entire body - at once afraid that it had been him. But he quickly remembered that it had been a long time since he had lost control of the warg magic, that he shouldn’t ever lose control again. Instinct had him wanting to reach out to her and his muzzle jerked as though he was about to, but he refrained. Hesitation kept him where he was - mostly because he did not want to cause her any pain. “Tiamat.” Her name was quiet in his voice, already filled with the questions that were coming next - concern softening his gaze and tone. “Are you alright? Was this the bone creature?”

The crowds pressing in around Kaos or whatever that monster had been were extensive, though he recalled seeing her there. How had he missed her getting injured? What might he have done to help? But he knew his attention that day had been focused on keeping Vesper safe.
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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
#4
Wrapped up in the joy of seeing her friend again, the ocean mare doesn’t notice the stallion’s brief hesitation before he returns her embrace. All she knows is that, with the way her fragile heart has been bruised and torn and beaten, it is wonderful to see a familiar face. She sighs happily against his skin, breathing in his musky scent that is familiar and comforting, her little mind accepting everything about him as a much-needed beacon of hope. The Gods know how her faith has been shaken, and how her trust has been wounded. Shadows have haunted her, with their dark questions and cruel demands, exhausting the Mender’s fledgling heart and wasting her beliefs into shreds.

To have Mesec with her, so kind and honest, is a relief she hasn’t realized she’s craved until now.

Even when the cold air rushes again into the space between them, Tiamat hovers close, near enough to feel the heat of his skin and see how the sunlight plays over his eyes. She listens intently to his voice, her features brightening before they fall suddenly, wilting again into a knowing grief—a grief that the whole of Helovia shares now. How terrible it is that something so awful must happen in order for them to be united...even if it is in misery. “Yes...as well as it could be,” Tiamat mutters the words he had spoken, unable to hide the bitterness and despair that hardens her lips, and she fears that she might descend again into a weeping, pitiful mess.

However, the subject is mercifully guided towards happier things when Mesec’s new companion basks delightedly in her praise. Blinking against the moisture that stings the back of her eyes, Tiamat glances up beneath her lashes, smiling at the fox pup’s frisky antics. “Well hello, Lyra—this is Nimue,” the mare lowers her head to greet the little creature, a white eye focusing on the little whale as she peeks around her bonded’s shoulder.

Undeniably curious, Nimue stares at the kitsune from between Tiamat’s legs, another low whistle warbling slowly before she summons the courage to approach. Shyly she eyes the pup, wondering what she is exactly, and fascinated by the multiple tails that wiggle behind her. Nimue has never seen anything like Lyra before! Once within touching distance, the little orca stares for a moment, before reaching forward and bumping the fox gently with her round nose. Breathing a squeal from her blowhole, Nimue wiggles back as though startled, before returning to the pup and bobbing her head up and down. The sea maiden laughs softly. “I think we like her too,” she says with confidence, her tone coated with motherly affection.

She’s still looking at the leviathan and kitsune when she hears her name spoken softly; fluted ears prick forward before her eyes follow, blinking against the light that frames him. “Hmm?” There’s a gentle smile when she glances up to the stallion, one that has nearly forgotten the ache of the wounds along her cheek and neck. “Oh,” she forces a short laugh to try and mask the way her smile suddenly droops, how her heart suddenly twists (and not in a good way), but she has never been very good at hiding her emotions.

When she continues, she attempts to hold a smile, but her lips tremble and it isn’t long before she’s tucking her chin bashfully. “Yeah, I’m okay. It happened at the Spectral Marsh, when Kisamoa—” Tiamat feels herself choking on the name, bile rising to her tongue, and she has to swallow before she is able to continue, “—when Kaos unleashed his monster. I got a little carried away and didn’t see it coming.” Her head lowers unconsciously with the memories, her body seeming to shrink in on itself, and the same hot fire simmers through her chest—a poisonous pain she had never felt before that day. The injuries burn in her skin, and with tears moistening her eyes, she bears them dutifully.

Closing her eyes and breathing in deeply through her nose, Tiamat naturally directs her attention to easier things. “Are you all right? Did you get hurt?” She questions Mesec earnestly, stepping forward to appraise him properly, and make sure that he is here in one piece.


“Speech.”
tiamat
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
there’s a land that I heard of once—
in a lullaby.

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Mesec the Nightwind Posts: 476
World's Edge Glazier atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 16.3hh :: 7 years old HP: 76 | Buff: NOVICE
Lucius :: Royal Zephyr :: Roc & Lyra :: Common Kitsune :: Dreams Sarah
#5

oh, I see stars rushing through my mind

colours have no time to fade

When Tiamat lowered her head to greet Lyra, the pup danced forward to sniff at and then promptly lick the mare’s blue muzzle - anointing her with favour. But it was Nimue that was the real source of fascination. Lyra could barely keep herself still when the whale came forward - violet eyes bright with excitement that caused her entire body to wiggle. A squeal that matched that of the orca’s came peeling out of the young kitsune once their noses bumped, but Lyra did not retreat. She jumped and danced in a circle, delighted when Nimue returned.

If only they could have just watched the two companions forever - if only Mesec’s unfortunate habit of turning a conversation into a downward spiral did not come up once more.

This time, Mesec’s instincts overrode his hesitation and he took a small step forward, reaching out with the intention to lightly nudge Tiamat when she lowered her head - careful to avoid any wounds. He doesn’t know what words he could say to comfort her, but perhaps a touch would be a start. He disliked to see her in pain and he suspected it was not only the physical marks left on her that were causing her grief. The betrayal of Kisamoa, of Kaos, had shocked him - and he wished he had been as wise as Vesper to see through the ruse, to realize that something had been off. Perhaps he might have been able to prevent something from happening.

In a flash, it seemed, her attention swerved away from herself and she was focusing on him. The attention was a little… odd, Mesec wasn’t sure when the last time someone had checked him over to see if he was alright would have been. So he was quick to answer her questions, allowing her the distraction of talking about someone else. How often had he used that very same tactic? He recognized it well.

“I’m fine. I wasn’t involved in the fighting much.” Mesec was ashamed of this fact and it showed in his voice - a faint scowl darkening his expression. “I was, but Vesper was there…” Though originally he had left her, had bounded into the fray as a warg, he hadn’t really contributed much to the fighting. He hadn’t been able to just ignore her presence, so he had turned away and taken her out of there. No matter what option he had taken, he surely would still feel the sickening guilt that twisted in his gut. Either he would have risked Vesper’s safety and helped his fellow Helovians try to take down the monster, possibly limiting the damage taken by Tiamat and others, or he would put his daughter before everyone else that he knew and made she she was absolutely safe.

Even though he wasn’t sure if it would help, he found himself speaking again - finding plenty of hope within his heart and wishing to share it with his friend. “We’ll defeat him, Tiamat - just you wait. I have no doubt about that.”
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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
#6
Despite the mixture of grief and anxiety that boils within the blue maiden, she can’t help but smile at the stallion’s small touch. Her nostrils curl as she exhales a slow, long breath, and leans gently into his muzzle, breathing in the comfort of his musky scent. In sight of everything—Kisamoa’s betrayal, the gods’ upheaval, the Reaper’s death, people leaving, her world being consumed by shadows and doubt—the claw wounds along her cheek and neck seem so minuscule, so insignificant. She is so terribly small. Still, to have the silvered stallion seem so genuinely concerned, it comforts her in a way that she hadn’t been expecting.

When they pull away from one another, and Tiamat attempts to distract her own sorrows with her worry for Mesec, she is relieved when he allows her this diversion. It would be too easy for him—who wears no visible injuries—to brush off her concern. Instead, he accepts it graciously. For this, the sea mare smiles (a gesture that is suddenly in contrast to the stallion’s faltering scowl), and tilts her head sympathetically towards him, noticing the thread of shame that darkens his tone.

Not having any children of her own, the Mender cannot entirely understand what he must be feeling, but with all the compassion of her healer’s heart, she holds him with no fault. Even if Mesec had stayed to fight, had stayed to throw himself into the bloodied fray, who can really say what difference it would have made? The skeletal monster of Kaos had been too strong for all of them—even their own god had advised their retreat. If Mesec had fought, then he would probably be scolding himself now for not protecting his daughter. In Tiamat’s mind, the appropriate choice is obvious between the two, and Mesec had not made a mistake.

Looking up to the stallion, Tiamat searches for his gaze, her dainty ears leaning forward in her earnestness. “It is right that you protected your daughter first. You have been a wonderful father to your children,” she speaks plainly, but sincerely, hoping to spark a light of praise and honor in the midst of his inner remorse. Surely there is a part of him that knows he had done the right thing. “They are fortunate to have you,” the mare continues with a gentle smile, her expression gradually softening. She remembers meeting him that night in the Secret Grove (it seems so long ago, now), and how he had gazed so lovingly to the sleeping bundle of foals, standing as a watchful keeper. Indeed, there is nothing for him to ashamed of.

Then he continues: “We’ll defeat him, Tiamat—just you wait. I have no doubt about that.”

He seems so certain of himself, so positive, that it nearly catches the ocean mare by surprise. How can you be so sure? She wants to demand of him, wanting (needing) to understand what he does. What is this light that he has seen at the end of their tunnel? What is this glorious end that he envisions, when their world has literally been split apart and darkened by monsters who should only exist in nightmares?

“You really think so?” She whispers, scarcely blinking as her eyes hold onto his, anchoring herself to his confidence, and holding on as though it is a lifeline. “I wish I could share your faith, Mesec,” the weight of her body shifts awkwardly and her gaze drops, long lashes brushing against her cheeks as she fights the sudden sting of moisture. Tiamat—ever the light, ever hopeful—doesn’t know what to do, now that she had been left stranded in an ocean of shadows, with no compass to help guide her towards the daybreak (relief) of happiness that her fledgling soul so sorely craves. “I’ve never felt so...uneasy before. It’s uncomfortable, and I don’t like it,” she laughs at herself, shaking out her mane with a tinkling of shells, and feeling very much like a child.

Lowering her head to brush the few stray tears away against her foreleg, Tiamat clears her throat. When she’s able to look at Mesec again, she gives him a grin. “But surely you didn’t come to the Basin just to check in on little ol’ me,” her smiles grows playfully and there’s a twinkle in her eye, some part of her absently wondering if he actually does care that much. “Is there something that you need? Can I do anything for you?” She tilts her head curiously, her leonine tail brushing the grass behind her.


“Speech.”
tiamat
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
there’s a land that I heard of once—
in a lullaby.

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Mesec the Nightwind Posts: 476
World's Edge Glazier atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 16.3hh :: 7 years old HP: 76 | Buff: NOVICE
Lucius :: Royal Zephyr :: Roc & Lyra :: Common Kitsune :: Dreams Sarah
#7

oh, I see stars rushing through my mind

colours have no time to fade

Tiamat’s earnest assurance that he had not made the wrong decision during the battle with Kaos did help but it couldn’t erase all of the guilt. He wanted to be able to do both - to protect his children and his friends - and not be always so torn between one part of his life and another. But he smiled softly, appreciating her words all the same, and nodding faintly to show he understood.

Given the choice again, he would surely still choose Vesper again and again.

When she asked him if he really believed the words that he said, Mesec didn’t shift his gaze from her - his silver as unblinking as her own. He nodded, but it wasn’t until her gaze shifted downward that he finally verbally replied to her question, pouring all the belief that he had into two simple words. “I do.” He was not nearly as sure as he hoped he sounded, but he could give Tiamat this tiny little gift - offer her some of his hope. It was so small it was barely even a gift, barely even anything.

Though he wished he could say more to her, to try to find some way to ease her discomfort, he didn’t try to keep the subject on Kaos or anything else - not when she raised her head and flashed a grin at him, teasing him about not coming to the Basin to just check on her. He laughed a light, quick laugh - breaking the spell of their darker conversation just moments ago. “Not just, but I was hoping to see you.” A lopsided, easy smile punctuated the sentence before Mesec felt heat rushing to his face in time with a rush of bashfulness. So he hastily answered her question with the main reason he had made the trip to the Basin. “I uh… I was wondering if there’s been any sightings of Ki’irha lately?” Although he was fairly sure that the starlit warrior would come visit the Edge to see the children first, he did not think that it would hurt at all to check. He was worried about her, both for her own sake and for the sake of their son and daughter. The longer she was away, the more questions he had - and now that Virga was missing too…

All the shine and sparkle in Mesec’s eyes has faded completely away as he continued in a soft voice. “My son Virga is now missing and I just hope they are together…” His voice trailed off, uncertainty stopping him from saying anything else. What was he hoping for? That Ki’irha and Virga would return home together, and they’d be a family. The mutual love that he and the star mare had for their children would tie them together and they would surely become friends.

That was what he wished for, but he was looking at Tiamat in that moment just hoping for any scrap of news. Something that would tell him his family, his new perfect family, wasn’t already in shambles.



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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
#8
“Not just, but I was hoping to see you.”

If it were possible for the blue mare to blush, then she would be deliciously pink with his words, her cheeks growing flush and warm beneath the sapphire hue of her skin. She finds herself arching her neck and tucking her head in towards her chest, biting her lower lip in an effort to keep her happy grin from spreading hysterically across her features. It is not often that Tiamat finds herself struck speechless by bashfulness, but she doesn’t know what to say now—giggles, instead of words, bubble to the tip of her tongue (thankfully, only a handful of them manage to slip free in a breathless sigh). From beneath her lashes, she looks up to him again (so boyishly insecure, it’s adorable).

Mesec quickly continues (apparently flustered himself, although the ocean mare is too caught up in her own fluttering nervousness to really notice), and the question that falls from his lips doesn’t quite have the same effect as his previous statement. “Ki’irha?” She repeats, swallowing past the sudden lump in her throat, and trying to ignore the discomfort of her heart as it unexpectedly plummets (Why? What is this feeling?). The light in her eyes and her wistful smile wilt, just slightly. Ki’irha, the mother of his children. Somehow, Tiamat has never considered their mother—or what she might mean to the star-frosted stallion (because her fledgling mind can’t comprehend how he could share such intimacy with someone he doesn’t love).

Chiding herself for her selfishness and her carelessness, because the mother of his children is missing and here she is worrying about what she (Who? Ki’irha, or herself?) means to him and—

Tiamat clears her throat with a graceless sound, glancing briefly back to the grass around her hooves. She hopes he doesn’t notice the change in her demeanor, or at least doesn’t question her, because she is far too embarrassed (and ashamed) to admit anything. “No…I haven’t seen her for quite some time, actually,” she says with sorrow in her eyes, genuinely concerned, despite whatever it is that festers unwelcomely within her fragile heart.

And then all of that pettiness is quickly forgotten—smothered, shoved aside, and forgotten by a new surge of anxiousness and worry when Mesec reveals that his son, too, is missing. “I’m so sorry,” Tiamat chokes out, instinctively leaning forward, wanting to comfort the hurting stallion. The pain and desperation in his eyes holds her there, so raw and broken, that she feels the sting of tears burning in sympathy. Meeting his gaze and giving him the steadiness that he is so desperate for, she steps forward, brushing her nose gently against his.

“You need to hold onto that hope,” she whispers to him, earnest, her ears pressing forward and her eyes intense when she pulls back to look at him again. “It is the best thing for you now, I think, without knowing. It won’t do you any good to make yourself sick imagining alternatives,” she attempts at some humor, her lips twisting playfully, though the graveness in her tone never quite leaves. For several moments she tries to hold the stallion’s gaze, willing his spirits to not fail him—she cannot understand his worry, not fully, because she has no children of her own. But she does know that it is dangerous to lose hope, no matter the situation. With her breath trailing along his skin, the sea mare steps forward, reaching up to hook her neck over his (as best as she can, anyway). “I will keep an eye out as well—for both of them,” she assures him, wanting him to know that if nothing else, he is not alone.

Tiamat isn’t sure how long she holds onto Mesec, but when the time seems right, she pulls back, nudging him while she does so, and tugging lightly on the long strands of his mane. “Come, my friend,” the ocean maiden encourages him to follow her, inviting him to walk at her shoulder, while she leads him further into the Basin’s valley. “Let’s get you comfortable—I can make you a hot tea that will help. You’ll be surprised how much good a warm belly can do you,” sapphire lips quirk into an easier smile and her lashes brush her cheek in a wink, hoping to see light in his silvery eyes again.


“Speech.”
tiamat
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
there’s a land that I heard of once—
in a lullaby.

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Mesec the Nightwind Posts: 476
World's Edge Glazier atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 16.3hh :: 7 years old HP: 76 | Buff: NOVICE
Lucius :: Royal Zephyr :: Roc & Lyra :: Common Kitsune :: Dreams Sarah
#9

oh, I see stars rushing through my mind

colours have no time to fade

The news that Ki’irha hadn’t been spotted in some time chilled Mesec. He hadn’t told Vesper where he had been going on this trip and his guilt for that decision eased a little with the news. Though he suspected his young daughter would take the news with grace, any action of his that caused Vesper’s smile to falter even for a moment felt like a failure. He wouldn’t be returning to the Edge with Ki’irha by his side, wouldn’t get the chance yet to find out whether he and the star-mare could be friends as they raised their children together.

He already knew how cruel it was to have a family, only to have it taken away, but it did not ease the pain any more as it happened again.

Even as Tiamat was telling him not to lose hope, Mesec could feel it slipping from him. The sensation of being lost was was that he knew too well and it rose all around him again, after being kept at bay for so long, and threatened to suffocate him. He would have been sad to know that Ki’irha had not been spotted for the sake of his children, but that her whereabouts and Virga’s were both unknown was too much. He was forced to accept the fact that his son was missing or lost, and the feeble hope that the colt was with his mother was dwindling.

His eyes were distant, sad, and though he heard Tiamat’s words he was having trouble focusing on them.

It was her touch that broke him out of that haze, the soft feeling of her breath trailing along his skin before she stepped forward to hook her neck over his. He lowered his neck slightly to make it easier for her, leaning into the hug, and his eyes closed as he let her presence and hope wash over him. Just moments ago, he had been the one trying to comfort her, to show her the light and that things weren’t so terrible. Now they had completely flipped roles.

Surrounded by the sea-sweet scent of her, he felt some hope return. He forced his breathing to steady, to not lose himself to this sudden rise of panic. Her words finally made it through to him and he appreciated the gesture more than he could say. “Thank you.” He whispered softly - for both her offer to keep an eye out for Virga and his mother and for grounding him.

They parted - almost too soon for Mesec - but his smile returned as she tugged on his mane when she pulled away. Before he could even flounder about what to say then, she was already inviting him into the Basin - for some tea, of all things. He moved easily to her side so she could lead him into her home. “I’ve never had tea before... but that sounds wonderful.”

MESEC
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