kisses
from the
deep
While the bellowing calls from the Corporal and the stallion reverberate against the stony mountains, and are easily heard by the blue Lady, it is her companion that spies them first.
Recognizing their distant figures, the young Leviathan croons several high-pitched whistles, darting in a circle around her bondmate before she surges onward. Riding the air currents like she would the waves of the ocean, Nimue ‘swims’ towards the Basin’s entrance. The distance between the little orca and the two equines is quickly diminished, and she greets them with a short, high-pitched trill of enthusiasm, her blue eyes sparkling beneath the sunlight. However, her natural shyness is just as quick to catch up with her, and being more familiar with Wessex, she settles at the warrior’s side, crooning softly.
“Hello you two!” The sea maiden calls out after her Leviathan, coming upon the pair at a wide-sweeping trot. Halting with a flourish of blue hair and seashells that cascade around her shoulders, Tiamat smiles to both Wessex and Astarot, her nostrils flaring breathlessly and her dainty features alight with pleasure. Briefly she brushes the Corporal’s broad neck, partially out of greeting and partially for gratitude, knowing well that the large woman has already flourished within the Basin’s ranks. Truly, Tiamat is grateful for all she has done, and is honored to have her at her side.
Broadening her attention then to the young stallion, the ocean mare smiles gleefully. “Astarot, welcome! What a lovely surprise to see you so far from your desert sands,” she chuckles breathlessly, curling her lion tail casually around her ankles.
“And I see you’ve bonded, congratulations,” the newly-crowned queen crows with delight upon noticing the young blue dragon, and a doting smile is cast in the creature’s direction. Having very little experience with dragons, Nimue watches the scaled creature with keen interest, while remaining firmly pressed in between the two mares. Tiamat brushes the whale gently with her tail, and then looks again to Astarot. “What’s brought you to our mountain home? All good things I hope?” Her smile quirks playfully to the side, the bundle of herbs at his feet not going unnoticed.
“Speech.”
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