No dreams within her heart,
but dreams of love.

It had been with blissful delight that the ocean mare had set off with Enna. She’s not exactly sure how long the petite mare has been in the Basin, but she has always admired her (she’s a Time Mender, after all, how could she not?) and is more than eager to explore and nurture the budding friendship that she has always hoped for them (a possibility she sees with just about everyone, as friendly as the blue mare is).

With the length of her leonine tail flicking out behind her, the two mares—friends!—prance along together. Tiamat talks while enjoying the fresh start of Birdsong. Spring has always been her favorite season, so full of life, that she can’t help but feel her spirits buoyed by nature’s new beginning.
 
Shaking her dainty head with an airy chuckle fluttering from her lips, the ocean blue mare’s ears suddenly flick sharply forward when the sound—or rather, sounds—of something tempts her attention away from the petite mare at her shoulder. It sounds like a struggle of some kind, thrashing maybe, and in any case nothing pleasant. Voices drift to them, deep, and although she cannot decipher their words, Tiamat would like to think they are of a concern similar to hers. “I wonder who that is!” Tiamat’s white eyes flicker to Enna, worry softening her voice, and together they weave through the Threshold’s trees.
 
What they see is obviously not what they had been expecting—a large dark brown stallion seemingly suspended halfway down the side of a hill, stuck in a hole of mud, with the length of his hair hopelessly tangled in a various mixture of trees and undergrowth. Another stallion is there with him, far lighter in color, offering what seems to be a large stick to help the trapped stallion out of his predicament. “Oh my goodness!” Tiamat gasps, trying not to marvel right now at just how much hair the dark stallion has—what a wonder!—and focuses her attention on the problem at hand.
 
Enna states her question when they come to the males’ sides, which coaxes a chiming giggle from the blue mare’s lips. “If you wanted to have fun, I can assure you there are less painful ways of going about it,” she shakes her head playfully, the shells in her hair tinkling, “but you earn points for spirit, I’ll give you that, good sir.” Tiamat eyes the steep hill from which he had descended, gaping at its angle and wondering what must have been going on through his mind. Everyone needs some adventure, maybe?
 
Casting a sideways grin towards the lighter-colored stallion, her lips part in a little ‘o’ of awe. “You have wings!” She laughs gleefully. She has seen a winged equine before, of course, but not very often—only perhaps two or three times in all her time in Helovia. She marvels at their strength and abilities (what it must be like to fly!) her white eyes shining in delight before Enna directs her attention again to the poorly tangled stallion.

“You’ll be free soon,” she assures him, though her confidence trembles when the brown mare slips down the hill (though she doesn’t dare allow the brown stallion to see this). A new plan of action is soon set, and the ocean mare nods in agreement, casting the dark stallion a small smile of encouragement.


notes; Welcome (again xD) to Helovia Olliver!:D
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