When the ocean mare firsts hears the beautiful voice that lilts on the autumn breeze, she recognizes it as a song of nature, of her family, and immediately her hearts rejoices. Happily she hums along, not knowing the tune herself, but somehow adding a harmony anyway—her spirits soaring even if the melody bounces around a bit. With a cheerful flick of her leonine tail, the blue mare prances after the fluid tune, following its soulful trail until it leads her through the Thistle Meadow. Having just departed this land a day or two previously, it doesn’t take her long to cross violet-decorated meadows, and what greets her unfolds unexpectedly.

Lush, rolling fields give way to crystal waters, and in the middle, an island rises magnificently. Tiamat’s jaw quite literally drops at the sight. The poignant song is louder here, calling to the deepest parts of her bones, and eagerly she obeys its beckoning. Pristine waters splash beneath cloven hooves, spraying with the chimes of her laughter as the ocean mare lurches forward like a wave from her father ocean.

As white eyes look ahead, it quickly becomes clear that Tiamat is not the only one who has been moved by this strangely beautiful event—already a crowd has gathered, and their throng heightens her excitement. The young mare has never experienced the generosity of the Giving Turtle before now, so she does not know the significance of this happy occasion. Even so, the peace and prosperity and pure goodness that pervades the island is unmistakable. “How beautiful!” She breathes in awe, admiring the crystals, trees, and snow (as if the harmony of this place didn’t make it beautiful enough)—it all seems otherworldly.

Picking her way delicately through the gathering of bodies, Tiamat catches sight of a creature—of someone. He is unlike anything she has ever seen before, but like all things generous and kind, she feels an unmistakable connection. The blue mare is drawn to this Turtle, her smile wide and vibrant (she doesn’t even try to contain it). Halting before him, she bows her head respectfully. “Thank you,” it is a whisper—a whisper of simple gratitude. Tiamat does not know that he comes bearing gifts, but as far as she is concerned, he has already brought them the greatest gift of all, a gift that they have all so desperately needed—he has given them peace.


notes; MERRY CHRISTMAS!:D <333
“Speech.”

     LIKE THE OCEAN KISSED THE SKY,
at the most beautiful place under the sun.