Whistles and bells, carols of the valorous, stalwart, staunch and devout, floated along the decibels and ruins, corridors and parlors, marked and flanked by conquistadors, explorers, sketched tributes amongst paragons. Whispers of salvation, wondrous and divine, dove and dipped from the boughs of trees to the roots of their token fir, bottled and finessed into their soft, springtime buoyancy. Carefree, fanciful, illustrious, stirred from the wood sprite eaves and the gallant nymphs, the fairy bowed her head against the breeze and etched a smile across her dainty lips. If she were capable of composing a sonnet, a symphony, for the mountains, the singsong croons and murmurs would never be enough to christen the terrain; her poor arrangements unworthy, unbecoming. Each time she crossed over the borders of her home, she thanked the snowflakes, the cracked, webbed stones, the unsung glaciers, the summits and crowns, the frigid, wild, untamed kingdom that ceased and bowed to no one. Only a season ago they’d been taken from its shelter, from its brambles, from its thorns, and immersed, trapped, cloistered into deep fathoms of the unknown, captured and restrained in the pits of sanctuary, darkness, strange, chaotic upheaval. To be back within the hold of beauty, of danger, of aloof pathways and unwinding hymns, was a relief, and she cherished every moment spent within its broadening wake, sheltered in its storms, nestled in its caverns. Now, she extended the bounty of its nature to another, an endless, unyielding pattern of guidance and serenity; chasing the stars, the moon, the sun, in a quiet, hopeful revival, clockwork growth, vestiges of yesteryear. Tangled strands and tassels invoked the opulence of newfound hope and glory through a stranger’s welcome, the layers and lacquer softened and then hardened, stories, mythos, legends lending to tapestries and constellations, beacons and beckoning for the new mare pressing her soul into the crescendos of eternal grandeur, Siberia, prowess, and diligence. If Iyana longed for the shadows of her massifs again, she didn’t need to look any further.

The Time Mender glanced back towards her companion, winked as she extended her grin, her bearings, her features rendered for the peaks upon the pale mare. Imogen pressed closer, chirped and trilled as the icy realm came into view, then scampered into the threshold and batted against remnants of flakes and snow, leaving the two in conversation and wonder. Lena’s gaze drifted back along the fascinating columns of towering peaks, the statue of Ulrik’s engineering nearby (a Colossus of Rhodes, with no feeling but apathy and indifference), pouring the heartfelt tales of her land through the powdered wake. “Welcome to the Basin, Iyana.” She grinned again, spun information through the honeyed essence of her tone, of her voice, melodious and kind, tender and warm, breaking through the calloused edges of winter’s everlasting expanse. “We’re led by Lord Deimos and Lady Illynx, and a hold a variety of ranks.” She paused, hummed a little beneath the harmonious fixtures and the illustrious banks, directed her full fixation towards the ice maiden – and though convinced of her strength, remained entirely unaware of her pursuits, her interests. “Some prefer engineering, weaving mechanical forces. Others enjoy the art of stealth, warrior prowess, or scholarly pursuits.” The songbird ceased again, broadened another wink across the surfaces of ditties and strains. “I specialize in healing.” The world broadened beyond their fingertips, their hoof beats, their ambitions and aspirations, yet, there was always a way to prosper purpose, foundations, and nurture the qualities of life. She’d danced along those roads, stoked fires of mending, assuaging, repairing, whittled and carved away the remnants of hardship, of lacerations and lesions. But what did Iyana wish for? And if something didn’t come to mind, could she be steered down the right trail, solidified and encouraged? “Do you have any specific interests or goals?”

[For @[Iyana] and anyone else willing to welcome her into the Basin! ^__^