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02-15-2017, 12:20 AM
no dreams within her heart,
but dreams of love
but dreams of love
“I do,” the ocean mare croons in response to Qeren’s initial observation. Every word she had spoken before is true—beyond a doubt, these mountains are her home. If the brown mare can find what she has found here for herself, then it will be a joyous day indeed. Especially when her company continues, briefly explaining the nature of the previous place she had lived...where blood had been demanded. Tiamat finds a shiver crawling down her spine at the mere thought. “That’s horrible! I’m so sorry,” she reaches out to Qeren, seeking to touch her muzzle in an attempt at comfort.
Tiamat can’t even imagine having to live in such a ghastly environment. Why? What awful things had happened to bring a people down to such horrifying measures? Her heart goes out to the taller mare, suddenly very grateful that Qeren had been able to escape that frightful place. “I’d be happy to cheer you up whenever you need,” Tiamat smiles warmly, wanting her newest herd mate to know that she is no longer alone. She no longer needs to go without kindness.
Brushing the length of her lion tail over the blades of spring grass, the blue mare turns, ushering for Qeren to follow before she redirects their conversation to more pleasant topics. “They are very relaxing!” She comments about the hot springs, her head bobbing in time with her gait. “The water never gets too hot, and it’s never not hot enough. It’s a glorious relief—especially for aching muscles, or on frosty winter nights,” she gives the other unicorn a coy wink, knowing well the frigid bite of Frostfall’s icy weather.
Around the Aurora Basin lake they walk, where Nimue drifts from her bonded’s side to play in the clear waters, leaping in and out as she follows them. Finally the steamy springs come into view. Tiamat perks up, her head rising and ears slanting forward, before she gestures with enthusiasm. “Here we are!” She steps eagerly into the artesian well, picking her way carefully over the damp rocks until she reaches the bottom. A sigh of contentment slowly leaves her. “It feels nice, doesn’t it?” The sea maiden questions Qeren, looking over to her with a small smile as she relaxes, breathing in the warmth of the steam.
Once she has a moment to get comfortable, Tiamat can’t help but question: “Is there a path from your previous life that you’d like to pursue? Like healing, or fighting, or crafting?” Her head tilts slightly to the side, causing her long hair to fan out across the misty surface. “There’s no pressure for you to decide, but you have that option. There are different ranks here that you can choose from: the seers, the crafters, the sneaks, the warriors, the healers, and of course, there are the leaders,” she waits patiently for a response, content to unwind among the hot springs all evening.
“Speech.”
Tiamat can’t even imagine having to live in such a ghastly environment. Why? What awful things had happened to bring a people down to such horrifying measures? Her heart goes out to the taller mare, suddenly very grateful that Qeren had been able to escape that frightful place. “I’d be happy to cheer you up whenever you need,” Tiamat smiles warmly, wanting her newest herd mate to know that she is no longer alone. She no longer needs to go without kindness.
Brushing the length of her lion tail over the blades of spring grass, the blue mare turns, ushering for Qeren to follow before she redirects their conversation to more pleasant topics. “They are very relaxing!” She comments about the hot springs, her head bobbing in time with her gait. “The water never gets too hot, and it’s never not hot enough. It’s a glorious relief—especially for aching muscles, or on frosty winter nights,” she gives the other unicorn a coy wink, knowing well the frigid bite of Frostfall’s icy weather.
Around the Aurora Basin lake they walk, where Nimue drifts from her bonded’s side to play in the clear waters, leaping in and out as she follows them. Finally the steamy springs come into view. Tiamat perks up, her head rising and ears slanting forward, before she gestures with enthusiasm. “Here we are!” She steps eagerly into the artesian well, picking her way carefully over the damp rocks until she reaches the bottom. A sigh of contentment slowly leaves her. “It feels nice, doesn’t it?” The sea maiden questions Qeren, looking over to her with a small smile as she relaxes, breathing in the warmth of the steam.
Once she has a moment to get comfortable, Tiamat can’t help but question: “Is there a path from your previous life that you’d like to pursue? Like healing, or fighting, or crafting?” Her head tilts slightly to the side, causing her long hair to fan out across the misty surface. “There’s no pressure for you to decide, but you have that option. There are different ranks here that you can choose from: the seers, the crafters, the sneaks, the warriors, the healers, and of course, there are the leaders,” she waits patiently for a response, content to unwind among the hot springs all evening.
“Speech.”
@Qeren
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magic & force are permitted.
magic & force are permitted.
