The call of the Devoted echoes easily through the mountain valley, effectively catching the attention of the blue Lady. She stands just outside of the healer’s greenhouse, tending to some of the natural plants and herbs that grow in their highland terrain (while doing so is not listed in her duties anymore, she finds that old habits are hard to break, and visits the cave of the healers often to help them with their chores).

With a dainty ear slanting towards the valley’s entrance, Tiamat raises her head from where she had been inspecting some blooms of arnica. Knowing that she should greet whomever has come to visit them (and enjoying meeting all the new faces, honestly), the sea mare picks up a brisk, sweeping trot. Angling herself around the Basin’s special lake, she calls to her companion with a short whinny, her pale eyes looking out across the glassy waters as her pace slows marginally. Suddenly, with a peal of chirps, Nimue bursts from the depths of the lake, puffing a spray of water from her blow hole before she soars to the mare’s side.

Together, the oceanic pair reaches the entrance in due time. Even from a distance, the familiar figure of Wessex is not hard to recognize—the warrior woman has been a popular face among the Basin, regularly greeting strangers and attending herd events. Tiamat is infinitely grateful for the Corporal and her services to their herd family. Acknowledging the horned mare with an intimate brush across her shoulder, the Ocean’s Light steps towards those gathered.

“Hello! Welcome to the Basin,” she smiles happily to the strangers, recognizing only the black stallion from a brief meeting they had a while ago—he had been pleasant, she remembers, and gives him a familiar grin before she turns to the winged woman who heads them. “You must be Alysanne, Queen of the World’s Edge,” she gives her fellow leader a short bow of her horned head, her nostrils flaring with the scent of sea salt and pine that accompanies their presence. “One of your Moon Doctors, Lyanna, visited us not too long ago. She mentioned you,” the Ocean’s Light explains with a lighthearted grin skewing her lips.

Lyanna had said that Alysanne used to be a healer as well, before being promoted, and she remembers wanting to meet this kindred mare. “My name is Tiamat, the Lady of the Aurora Basin,” although her attention is primarily focused on their Queen, she looks to each of them, truly pleased to meet them all. It is instinct for her to introduce Wessex as well, though aware now that not everyone is as outgoing as she, Tiamat refrains. “What can I do for you?” The blue Lady inquires instead, unaware that the Corporal has already issued a similar question.

“Speech.”