It is not intentionally that the ocean mare stumbles upon the little gathering. In fact, she hadn’t even realized that there was a “secret tent” within the Basin (and even less so of the original purposes for the aforementioned tent). She wanders along the valley’s borders, tucked up higher than usual, her cloven hooves picking carefully through the trees and occasionally steep rises of the mountains. Despite having returned almost a year ago now, Tiamat doesn’t feel as though she’s explored her home as properly as she should have. Not that her hunger of curiosity and knowledge will ever be fully satisfied, but an itch for exploration had grasped her earlier in the day, and so here she is, climbing along the wooded borders.

Her dainty ears prick forward when she hears voices not far ahead, beckoning her closer to the Basin’s snowy floor. Cautiously, the ocean mare finds her way down—only sliding once or twice—before settling on sturdy ground with a brilliant smile brightening her expression. Shaking herself contentedly, Tiamat presses forward, walking with an eager stride and wide, curious eyes. When the tent comes into view, she tilts her head questioningly, the mystery of the pale canvas making her excitement swell all the more exuberantly in her chest.

Trotting to its entrance, she finds that it is far from empty—other herd members are inside; most of them she recognizes, but there is one or two that she doesn’t (though she is sure that will be remedied by the end of the day!). Noticing the pile of (mostly) supplies in the center—a mixture of herbs, berries, sticks, feathers, among other things—and given the plainness of the canvas, it’s wonderfully obvious what they have in mind. “Painting?” Tiamat’s features brighten in her enthusiasm, “I’d love to help, what a beautiful idea!”

Flicking her long tail happily out behind her, the blue mare steps into the tent, her white eyes glancing around those gathered. “Hello everyone,” she gives them all a grin, the energy of her utter delight seeming to electrify the air around her. With her eyes resting on the dark, brooding, and absolutely admired Reaper, she offers him a dainty bow of her head, ever mindful of her superiors, “My Lord.” She lingers to give him a cheerful smile before moving further into the tent, eventually coming to stand at the side of the brown mare, her mentor, and her friend.

“Lena, my friend,” Tiamat touches the Time Mender’s shoulder in an amiable greeting, casting her an illuminated grin. Questions of—how are you? What can I do for you? How have you been?—rise to her lips, but with the bubbling of excitement beneath her skin, the ocean mare is easily distracted when she spies (or rather smells) the sweet candy man. “Sir Johnny!” She laughs brightly before turning quickly to gather some berries, mashing them with her hoof and then arching her neck to snatch a seashell from her mane. With all things collected, she turns to Johnny. “Hold still, please,” Tiamat instructs the little stallion, barely containing her large smile.

Dipping one side of the shell in the crushed berries, she reaches forward and presses it firmly against his shoulder. When she pulls back, a dark red-purple print stains his white skin. Dipping the shell again, she repeats it next to her original print, so that the seashells overlap to create something reminiscent of a heart. Pleased with her work, Tiamat puts down the shell and smiles wider than ever. “There! Now isn’t that fitting for a benevolent knight like yourself?” The mare’s eyes dance as she giggles playfully, casting a wink to Ashamin and Rexanna in her delight.


notes; FEEL FREE TO PAINT ALL OVER TIA :DD
Also, this is an idea of what her shell heart looks like. Yay imagination! XD
“Speech.”

     LIKE THE OCEAN KISSED THE SKY,
at the most beautiful place under the sun.