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he hassles on his scarves swayed in the sea breeze, brushing against his chest with every step. It felt nice, to walk on solid ground again—to feel the sand give way under hoof, the waves lapping gently at his ankles while spray from the ocean freckled his coat. The water was cold, raising goosebumps on his skin. As it washed over his body, Tuomas could feel his mind beginning to clear and settle, leaving only an icy clarity in its wake. It was refreshing.
The palomino paused, green eyes slipping shut as he inhaled deeply. He could almost swear that he still felt the ship rocking beneath him, the boards creaking beneath his weight. Whenever he stopped, it was as if the entire world was balancing on the waves of the ocean. It had been a long month at sea.
He took a minute to prod around the base of his horns with his telekinesis, testing it gently. Both sets stayed perfectly in place, the mixture of tree sap and various glues he’d used doing their job well. He rearranged his forelock to cover it perfectly—wishing he had a mirror on hand to double check his handiwork—before he started back down the beach once more. Tuomas’ entrance to Novus had to be perfect, after all.
After a few minutes of walking, a figure in the distance caught the palomino’s eyes.
His ears perked forward, his stride subconsciously picking up the pace to bring him closer, faster, until he was trotting neatly down the beach. The nearer he came, the better he could see the dun-and-white-splashed mare, wandering down the shoreline nearly as aimlessly as he.
“Hello!” he called over the sound of the waves, slipping into his brother’s voice: it was confident, bold, self-assured. Everything Tuomas himself often was not. “Lovely day for a walk, isn’t it?”
He was walking again now, approaching her slowly. He faked a smile, the grin turning his lips upwards with practiced ease. “The water’s a bit too cold to swim in though—trust me, I tried.”
@valkyr ahh I hope you don’t mind! still trying to get a feel for tuomas c:
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