ARAXES
TENDER HEART
She had rushed out on to the sands with cries of alarm almost immediately, and called for them to run, to take shelter. Tsunami tsunami tsunami! Written in the books of the past, only one or two had ever happened, but they had been devastating. She had brought many back with her, urging them to seek higher ground within the capitol, or to run further out from the lands if they could and seek shelter elsewhere. It was dangerous.
It had come when she had returned to the capitol herself, and then the waves had slammed the mighty structure. She staggered, knocked off balance from the rumbling waters that even rose up and over the wall to hit her. It was not enough to flood, to reach that much higher, but it had been enough.
The sea had left its mark on Denocte and its court.
Her hooves sloshed through water, her tail dragging behind her, weighed down as she took in to account all the damage. What was whole that she could find, she lifted up out of the way with what little telekinesis she had, nudging it from herself gently and putting it where the waters couldn't reach it.
In the distance, there was a rumble of a storm, and her head leaned, eyes going wide as a flicker of fear cracked through her spine and over her nerves. The storms of home, it felt like, had come to Novus. The waters, the angry sky. Her heart stuttered in her chest, but she shook her head and wallowed out in to the waters to seek out survivors.
Some were on higher grounds, and she asked if they needed anything, working her way through. Araxes was dedicated to the people she had been with for so long, and her tender heart left her open and vulnerable, but it came in handy, perhaps, for the people she had come to love.
There were others, she saw, one bloody bay man wading the waters. She had met Raymond before, and her head nodded, before she moved on her way, seeking to help anyone that needed it.
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