Look to love, you may dream—hope is home,

and the heart is free.

“AURORA BASIN. HERE. NOW.”

The summons can be heard clearly throughout all the reaches of the mountain valley—perhaps throughout all of Helovia, if the God so wished it—and the ocean mare is certainly no exception. She is inside of the Medic’s cave when their patron deity arrives, sorting through the dried herbs, and cleaning out the debris of old plants they have no use for anymore. The Time God’s voice, as if it weren’t booming already, is intensified within the cavern, reverberating against the rocky walls and echoing until the mare can nearly feel it in her bones.

All the same, she is only startled for a moment. Lowering her head to pick up the herbs she had dropped from her lips, the sea maiden sorts them into their proper places, before turning towards the entrance. Nimue—who had been outside, frolicking among the long spring grasses like she would among the ocean waves—is suddenly darting towards her with wide eyes and a frantic expression. Upon reaching her bondmate, the Leviathan dives underneath her stomach, burrowing herself in the safety between her legs. “Nimue, darling...” the mare croons to her frightened companion. Tiamat arches her neck and reaches in between her front legs to stroke the little whale gently, trying not to chuckle with kind amusement.

In her young life, Nimue has never seen the Time God before—much less experience the spectacular lightning show that heralds his arrival. It had alarmed her, to say the least. Fortunately, it doesn’t take her very long to calm down with Tiamat’s touch, and before too much time has passed, the oceanic pair are exiting the cave and following their deity’s bidding.

There is already a small crowd gathered by the time they arrive, consisting of both familiar and new faces. Smiling to those that she recognizes, Tiamat eventually comes to stand alongside Wessex, touching the larger mare’s shoulder as she draws to a slow halt. Nimue, in greeting of their familiar friend, bumps the soldier’s side gently. Tiamat’s smile lingers for a moment longer, and then she shifts her gaze towards the boldly-colored, celestial stallion. “God of the Spark,” she greets him with all the reverence he deserves, the tip of her horn lowering in a respectful bow, “It is an honor to have you among us.” She is unsure if he can even hear her, or if he will answer, but she feels privileged either way.


notes; Stands by @Wessex <3
“Speech.”