No dreams within her heart,
but dreams of love.

It had been with blissful delight that the ocean mare had set off with Enna. She’s not exactly sure how long the petite mare has been in the Basin, but she has always admired her (she’s a Time Mender, after all, how could she not?) and is more than eager to explore and nurture the budding friendship that she has always hoped for them (a possibility she sees with just about everyone, as friendly as the blue mare is).

With the length of her leonine tail flicking out behind her, the two mares—friends!—prance along together. Tiamat talks while enjoying the fresh start of Birdsong. Spring has always been her favorite season, so full of life, that she can’t help but feel her spirits buoyed by nature’s new beginning.
 
Shaking her dainty head with an airy chuckle fluttering from her lips, the ocean blue mare’s ears suddenly flick sharply forward when the sound—or rather, sounds—of something tempts her attention away from the petite mare at her shoulder. It sounds like a struggle of some kind, thrashing maybe, and in any case nothing pleasant. Voices drift to them, deep, and although she cannot decipher their words, Tiamat would like to think they are of a concern similar to hers. “I wonder who that is!” Tiamat’s white eyes flicker to Enna, worry softening her voice, and together they weave through the Threshold’s trees.
 
What they see is obviously not what they had been expecting—a large dark brown stallion seemingly suspended halfway down the side of a hill, stuck in a hole of mud, with the length of his hair hopelessly tangled in a various mixture of trees and undergrowth. Another stallion is there with him, far lighter in color, offering what seems to be a large stick to help the trapped stallion out of his predicament. “Oh my goodness!” Tiamat gasps, trying not to marvel right now at just how much hair the dark stallion has—what a wonder!—and focuses her attention on the problem at hand.
 
Enna states her question when they come to the males’ sides, which coaxes a chiming giggle from the blue mare’s lips. “If you wanted to have fun, I can assure you there are less painful ways of going about it,” she shakes her head playfully, the shells in her hair tinkling, “but you earn points for spirit, I’ll give you that, good sir.” Tiamat eyes the steep hill from which he had descended, gaping at its angle and wondering what must have been going on through his mind. Everyone needs some adventure, maybe?
 
Casting a sideways grin towards the lighter-colored stallion, her lips part in a little ‘o’ of awe. “You have wings!” She laughs gleefully. She has seen a winged equine before, of course, but not very often—only perhaps two or three times in all her time in Helovia. She marvels at their strength and abilities (what it must be like to fly!) her white eyes shining in delight before Enna directs her attention again to the poorly tangled stallion.

“You’ll be free soon,” she assures him, though her confidence trembles when the brown mare slips down the hill (though she doesn’t dare allow the brown stallion to see this). A new plan of action is soon set, and the ocean mare nods in agreement, casting the dark stallion a small smile of encouragement.


notes; Welcome (again xD) to Helovia Olliver!:D
“Speech.”

No dreams within her heart,
but dreams of love.

Through the working of her mind to try and figure out how to free the large brown stallion, a booming laughter suddenly thunders down from above them. The ocean mare is startled at first by the rumbling sound, and white eyes are cast up the hill to see an even larger stallion perched up at the peak, looking down at the rest of them. She is sure they are quite the sight to see—the three of them squabbling around a stallion who has gotten himself hopelessly tangled—but fortunately the mammoth of a stranger is kind enough to help them out.
 
The ground suddenly trembles a little when the enormous horned stallion—Tembovu, as he introduces himself—rises onto his hind legs and sends all of his weight forward against the old tree. It shudders, and Tiamat is sure that the long-haired stallion is quivering himself beneath the weight of his snarled locks, connected to the throng of branches and underbrush that lead to the scene of the crime. The ocean mare marvels at such power—she could never even hope to budge a tree of such stature—although her attention shifts back anxiously to the brown stallion. The sharp angle of the hill and him standing at the base of it—the whole situation suddenly has her gut sinking.
 
“Watch out—!” Tiamat cries in alarm, aiming to lunge forward and grab at anything—a stick, his hair—to pull the trapped stallion out of the line of fire, her eyes searching wildly for Enna, but she is pushed away herself by her friend. Wrapping her neck around Enna’s and not fighting the smaller mare’s momentum, her heart swells in gratitude for her thoughtfulness (for surely an act that could seem so simple is, in fact, not simple at all).
 
Her slender chest heaving with heavy breaths and her heartbeat throbbing in her ears, the blue unicorn glances concernedly first to her herd mate before her eyes shift to the others. “Enna, you’re all right? Is everyone all right?” The tender skin around her nostrils trembles and flares as she breathes, the plumed length of her lion tail fluttering out behind her in her anxiousness. Fortunately, it seems like they all have survived the worst of the damage (from what she can tell at least, they all seem to be in one piece) and she allows herself a sigh of relief.
 
Turning her attention to the ginormous stallion, she smiles to him gratefully, sure that they would have had a much harder time of it had he not showed up. “Thank you for your help, kind sir—Tembovu,” Tiamat amends, remembering his name. She turns to Enna then, who is already moving into action to free the long-haired stallion of the sticky mud that still clings to his legs. “And look at that! With flowing locks to spare,” she teases the brown stallion lightheartedly, trying to ease any tension or anxiety (should there be any) and gives him a crooked smile, “My name is Tiamat, by the way.” Then following Enna’s lead, she takes hold of the branch, and helps her attempts to pull him free.


“Speech.”

No dreams within her heart,
but dreams of love.

Fortunately, everyone seems to be alive and well from their little tree fiasco. Assured that no one has been injured by the tumbling branches, the ocean mare allows her body to relax from her formerly tensed position, her velvet nostrils flaring in a quiet but steady exhale. A smile manages to easily soften her lips again, curling the corners and leaving a brightness in her white eyes. Now that whole adventure is one she certainly hasn’t experienced before! And she can’t say that she would wish for it again—trees can very well stay in the ground—but now that they have side passed the danger, she finds it quite the entertaining predicament.

“You sure know how to liven things up, Samaiel,” there is a chuckle that accompanies the airiness of her voice, her playful tease broadening the grin across her lips, “Are things always this exciting with you?” The length of her lion tail flicks joyfully out behind her, the dark hair and shells rustling against one another as they hover above the grassy, damp ground. He seems to be a rather quirky character indeed—in the best way, of course—and she can only hope that he doesn’t get himself this impossibly trapped too often (the poor man!).

Tilting her dainty head a little bit to the side, Tiamat’s brow knits together when the large brown stallion flops himself onto his side, proceeding to then—oh-so-grandly—inch his way slowly out of the mud. “Do you need any help?” The ocean mare takes a step closer, the weight of her body pressing forward as she hesitates. White eyes are cast about, looking for a way that she could help (and not proving successful), but the conversation is already moving again. Her attention flickers to the horned behemoth when he speaks up, his comment proving to distract her enough to entice a giggle from her lips. Tiamat is far from a superficial mare, but it doesn’t hurt to feel appreciated—it makes her happy, as she is sure it does to others, and she would freely return the favor.

A fluted ears turns back towards Samaiel when he requests the assistance of his horns, white eyes soon following with a smile. “Of course! Hold on,” the blue unicorn steps forward, firmly gripping one of his large antlers and maneuvering her body to pull him backwards, using all the strength of her lithe frame. She watches carefully to make sure that the tension does not hurt him, but it seems to have quite the opposite effect, and she smiles amusingly before she feels the mud give way and he slides free.

“Feel better now?” She questions enthusiastically, looking down at the heap of a stallion, her gaze wandering to trace the masses of hair that lay crumpled around him. There’s so much. It just keeps going!—and going, and going. “How does your hair get to be so long? I mean, I’ve seen incredibly long hair before, but I think you take the cake,” Tiamat laughs easily, lightheartedly, a clear amount of awe in her voice. “It’s incredible!” Her lips remained parted slightly in her wonderment, curved upwards at the corners with a soft, unremitting smile.

Taking a step backwards to allow him some space to stand, she continues in her musings. “No doubt it keeps you warm,” the ocean mare purses her lips, thinking fondly of the snowy mountains of her home, sure that a coat like this could come in handy on a frosty winter’s night (fortunately, there are enough fires going to keep a satin-skinned creature like herself comfortable enough). “My home, Aurora Basin, is in the mountains—it’s beautiful! You’re welcome to come see it if you’d like; test out that hair of yours,” she very nearly sticks her tongue out at him in her whimsical play, a light in her eyes and a dare of hope in her expression. The Basin is incredibly dear to her—she loves to have the opportunity to share its magnificence with others.


notes; Sorry it took me a few days x) I wasn't sure if you wanted them to offer their tours in this round, so I figured I'd include it just in case. If not, just ignore the last paragraph!
“Speech.”

tembovu

Those who stand for nothing fall for anything.

The mammoth stayed back as the slender but mighty Tiamat helped haul Samaiel out of the muck. His great bulk would just get in the way of such close working quarters— though perhaps his strength would have been helpful. Ah well. He takes a half-step forward, as if ready to help steady the groaning man, but is not quite quickly enough as he promptly collapses back to the mud he was just freed from. A lopsided smile steals across his broad face. This entire encounter has been entirely entertaining to the large stud.

Deep blue eyes flick back to the sea panted mare as she speaks of his hair. Tembovu nods his great in agreement, “Indeed, Tiamat,” his deep voice is warm with amusement. His ears twitch as she mentions the Basin, as it is not a place for which he holds fond feelings. Though some of the warmth leaves his face, he tries to let it become blank— rather than allow his dislike for those lands sour Samaiel’s already rough entry into Helovia.

“I would hope it keeps him warm, for I do not envy the winters at your Basin,” he offsets his jesting jab with a chuckle, “Though, it seems every Basiner is fond of everything, from Frostfall to Tallsun.” He shakes his head slightly, before returning his gaze to collapsed form of Samaiel. He felt slightly uncomfortable, especially at his great height, to be standing over the caribou.

So he lowered his head slightly, reaching halfway out to the crumpled stag, “I come from the World’s Edge, a herdlands over the western sea cliffs. Its beauty is breathtaking, though different than the Basin’s. And you are welcome to come see it, as well—“ he pauses, gaze skating across his exhausted, mud caked body, “Though, perhaps what you seek is a rest and a bath,” his continues, wryly, a brow raising in silent query.