The winter winds are fierce, their howls echoing across every bare trunk around the oceanic pair, raising a mournful cry that whistles in the mare’s ears. She nearly misses the call of the stranger. Were it not for their position among the little woodland, the invitation would have been lost altogether, carried away by the violent gales. As it is, she is able to distinguish enough of the words to raise her eyes to glance around, long lashes fluttering against the icy chill of Frostfall. Fortunately the other mare is dark in color, making her relatively easy to spy between the random sheets of snow that manage to weave their way between the naked boughs.

Lifting her head from its bowed position, Tiamat answers the stranger, calling out loudly and hoping her voice is not lost to the winds. “That would be wonderful!” Embracing her young companion again, she ambles forward, each cloven hoof cutting neatly through the newly-fallen snow. Thankfully, there isn’t a lot of distance that separate the two unicorns, so it isn’t long before Tiamat is settling at the stranger’s side. Her satin skin shivers once as their body heat plays off one another in such proximity. “Thank you again—it certainly makes it easier to withstand weather like this when you’re not alone,” she laughs to herself, the white haze of her breath pluming around her nostrils before it is carried away.

Quickly focusing her attention on her young Leviathan, the Mender guides Nimue in between the two of them, so that she might feel as much of the heat as she can. The little whale presses close to her bonded’s side, quiet as she breathes with steady, white pants. Satisfied that her companion is comfortable enough, Tiamat brushes Nimue’s smooth head before lifting her eyes again to the spotted mare. Now that she has a chance to see her properly, recognition immediately sparks in her white eyes.

“We’ve met before, haven’t we?” Tiamat says with a tilt of her dainty head, peering up at the taller mare with a soft smile shadowing her lips. It takes a short moment for her thoughts to organize themselves enough for the right memories to click, but once they are found, she beams. “Yes! In the Threshold; there was a small group of us to greet a trio of…eccentric newcomers,” there is a nervous sort of laugh as she attempts to describe them with all the delicacy she can muster. Clearing her throat, she continues, “Glacia, isn’t it? It’s a pleasure to see you again.” Extending her whiskery muzzle forward, Tiamat breathes slow, happy to reignite a new acquaintance.


notes; NIMUE REFERENCE
“Speech.”

tiamat

it was a place she needed.