Look to love, you may dream—hope is home, and the heart is free.

Her journey home continues, following an ever winding and unhurried path from the battlefront. The beautiful mountains call to her mind, to her heart, but it is with an easy pace that she follows their beckoning—she will make it back one day, before long, and sees no need in getting herself tied into a knot with fretting. Instead, Tiamat enjoys herself, appreciating nature and taking advantage of the beautiful season in her travels. The long grasses, now crisped beneath the summer sun, bend easily beneath her cloven hooves, springing back upwards behind her to reach again for the blue sky.

Dappled shadows are strewn beneath the leafy boughs, sliding across the curve of her back like soft, stroking fingers, and if she could purr beneath them, she would. There is little that can dampen the ocean mare’s spirits, particularly on a lovely day like this. She inhales the clean air, feeling it flow into every fiber of her being like a surge of heavenly bliss, a kiss from her beloved mother sky.

It is quite by accident that the ocean mare stumbles into the path of another. Thin velvet nostrils flare when she catches his scent, warm and unfamiliar in the summer air, snatching her attention and piquing her interest. This is the Threshold, after all—the entrance to Helovia, the gateway to many wandering and restless souls. Tiamat remembers her own Threshold experience like it had been yesterday, with the kindly brown mare approaching to offer her not only friendly conversation, but a home as well. She had found her place that day, her home and family; to be able to do the same for someone else, is a privilege and experience that she doesn’t pass up lightly.

Flicking the length of her long leonine tail in a surge of buoyant excitement, the blue mare alters her path, finding that the source of the unfamiliar scent is not far. Her bouncy, dancing trot slows to a smooth halt a comfortable distance away from him (knowing that not everyone is as comfortable with a stranger’s presence as she is herself), and her tulip-shaped ears press forward to catch the low muttering of his words. “You’re in Helovia,” Tiamat offers brightly, white eyes shining brilliantly beneath the sun’s warm glow, a friendly smile sitting comfortably along her satin lips, “Or Helovia’s Threshold, more specifically. Welcome!” Her grin widens in her excitement, nothing but honest joy in her pretty face.

Shifting her attention to the tree he had been pressing against, Tiamat wanders a step closer, lips parting in silent, curious awe. There are carvings in the wood’s surface, fresh carvings. While the marks are likely nothing more than meaningless lines, the ocean blue mare cannot help but be captivated even a little by their unnatural pattern…it provokes memories to the forefront of her mind, ever appreciative and impressed by the beauty of nature—and what they choose to make of it.

Exhaling quietly from her nose, the mare looks back to the pale stallion, her eyes alight with happy wonder. “I have a friend who can carve wood with his horn like that, he makes beautiful pictures—he said he’d teach me how to do it one day,” she pauses for a short moment, remembering the black stallion before continuing blithely, “I daresay you’ve been here a short while yourself.” An airy chuckle mingles with her soprano voice, taking note of the depth of the carvings, and assuming that such artwork takes more than a short moment.

Her easy laughter fading into a gentle, comfortable smile, Tiamat arches her slender neck, tipping her curved horn to the stallion in a dainty curtsy of her head, “My name is Tiamat, my friend—a pleasure to meet you.” In her usual fashion—intimate and unbound by the inhibitions of strangers—the blue mare extends a velvet muzzle kindly to him, seeking to exchange breathes, touch cheeks, and seal this wonderful foundation of friendship. She is not repressed by the fears or concerns that haunt many in this world, plagued too often by its cruelties; cocooned in the purity of her innocence, Tiamat knows nothing but to assume the best, know the best, and extend a welcoming hand to anyone. She does so now to him, nothing but sincere and kind in her intentions.


notes; Woah muse! Yay! xD and welcome to Helovia, Dyne!:D I love Bluebell already<3 would you like to be tagged?
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