It is wisps of musings that lead the ocean mare towards the Mender’s cave, dainty hooves drifting blissfully along wafting tendrils of daydreams and memories, leading her—almost unconsciously—closer to the small brown mare. It has been many months (too long) since she has seen her dear friend. Blood, fear, and violence cloud the last memories she has of their time together, images far too shaken by distress to ease her worry for much longer. The last she had seen had been a retreating figure, dissipating into the trees and away from that terrible disorder and hateful bloodshed.

The mare’s heart guides her now, encouraging her feet along the tender threads that drift over earth and snow, if only to see and feel that her friend has escaped the lingering pains of war. Tulip-shaped ears lean attentively forward, white eyes eventually resting from their quiet wandering to settle on that dark mouth, a shadowed haven from autumn’s frigid breath. She lifts her head, dark nostrils flaring to inhale the scents that drift outward, heightening her honest interest.

“Hello?” She inquires happily, curiously, after cloven hooves have carried her over rock and ice to the cavern’s dim, warm entrance. Peering inside, the ocean mare first sees the bright sapphire eyes of a stallion—a stranger to her, sadly, but one she has seen in glimpses around their mountain home. An amiable smile is offered, glittering with the promise of friendship, but she is distracted before she can introduce herself properly. She notices the figure of her friend, seemingly weary but well, but—that is not what seizes the unicorn’s attention with such delightful surprise.

A fluttering of movement, tucked at her side and staring with wide, innocent eyes that make her breast swell with joy. “Enna—you have a child! A son!” Tiamat exclaims happily, her voice laced with songlike laughter. Of all the possibilities that she had dared to assume, this is certainly what she hadn’t expected to find. How wonderful it is!

Venturing further into the cave, the ocean mare reaches out slowly to the newborn, his sweet milky scent tickling her nostrils. “He’s beautiful,” looking up to the antlered mare, she smiles broadly, before her healer’s heart calls her to action. “Do you need anything? Water? I have herbs—” and she arches her neck to sift through the sprigs weaved in her hair. It is obvious that the Mender is more than capable of taking care of herself, but the blue mare cannot help but offer her friend aid.

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“Speech.”