the ocean loved her and knew everything that made her.

and every time she’d walk to the shore,

she’d smile at the ocean

because the waves told her story.

“We’re almost there,” the ocean mare assures her company, flashing the bluish gray-roan mare a bright smile over her shoulder. Flicking the length of her leonine tail across the ground, she climbs higher, cloven hooves picking their way carefully over the familiar terrain. In the miles that have passed since leaving the Threshold, Helovia’s climate has changed rather drastically. Summer has since given way to autumn, allowing the temperatures to drop and give relief from Tallsun’s fierce heat—even more so the higher they trek.

Sapphire nostrils curl as Tiamat inhales the highland air, savoring its crispness, flavored with fresh pine and fertile earth. While the blue maiden is undoubtedly accustomed to the ocean, created for the ocean, the boundless love she harbors for her mountain home is obvious. This is her home—she feels at peace here, safe, and loved. It is true she misses her father ocean often, but he is never more than a few days’ journey south, and here nestled among the mountains’ peaks, she is ever closer to her dearest mother. She wouldn’t trade this home for any other.

Nimue, too, cherishes their highland valley. The fact that it had been her birthplace, coupled with her bonded’s adoration filtering through their connection, causes the young Leviathan to grow more eager with every step to return home. She floats in between the two mares, soaring as she would through water. Shy at first, the blue orca has since begun to warm up to the massive stranger. She whistles to Narcissa occasionally, short low-pitched sounds of timid curiosity, large ice-blue eyes glancing almost bashfully towards the roan. The oceanic pair intend to make a friend out of her yet; for Tiamat, she already considers Narcissa a comrade—women of the north.

Raising her head, the blue Mender pricks her ears forward. Gesturing to the other mare with a smile, she picks up a springy trot, her hooves crunching over the frozen grass. Cresting the precipice and slowing between the rise of two mountains, she looks down upon the Aurora Basin, framed in the soft glow of early evening. “This is it!” She exclaims to Narcissa, giggling once before leading their new soldier into their home. The ground levels beneath them, and they are surrounded by snow-frosted peaks. “Isn’t it beautiful?” She asks breathlessly, white eyes shining with glee as Nimue releases a long, high-pitched whistle of joy.

notes; Yay! Welcome Narcissa and Darkrise! :DD
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