no dreams within her heart,
but dreams of love

It is an unplanned path that the ocean mare follows, cloven hooves trailing behind loose threads of direction, carrying her over hills and through forests with only her final destination in mind. It has only been a week, more or less, since she had last departed from her mountain home to wander the wilds of Helovia. The thirst for knowledge and bubbling curiosity is ever present within her innocent mind, and it often leads her to strange and fantastical things, but ultimately it is in the Basin where her heart resides.

Despite the fact that winter is nearly upon them, bringing with it feet of frost and snow to blanket the highland valley, Tiamat is excited for the shift in weather. Each season is beautiful, playing its own role in nature’s beautiful cycle of life. Her lean muscles and satin skin are hardly built to withstand the bitter cold, but the Basin offers many sources of warmth and comfort, ever generous and ever magnificent; she never finds herself wanting.

The Threshold’s forest is reminiscent of the mountains, albeit not nearly as cold, but beautiful all the same. Icy snow crunches beneath dainty hooves, the mare’s warm breath pooling in white clouds that billow softly against her cheeks. Through the leafy boughs, sunlight plays across her back, glittering off of bright eyes as she glances to her surroundings. Tiamat thrives on the comfort of nature, of the sweet smell of damp earth and the hushed laughter of rustling leaves—this, all of it, is her family. It is a part of her, and she loves it.

Breathing a contented sigh, the ocean mare pauses when she notices something—something off. Shifting her weight, she peers at the trunk of a tree, blue lips pursing at the stark spatter of red against the dark wood. “That’s not supposed to be there, cousin,” the unicorn muses to herself, her healer’s heart thrumming against her chest, “Someone is hurt…” And that is all she needs to push herself into action. White eyes sweep the ground as her body follows, tracking the stream of red that is sprayed like angry eyes against the icy snow.

Fortunately, it isn’t long before figures become noticeable between the trees. “Hello!” Tiamat calls amiably out to them, tulip-shaped ears perked forward as she comes to their sides a moment later. She doesn’t recognize either of them, and while a soft smile is cast to the mare, it is the stallion that seizes her attention. “Oh you poor thing! Here, take this; it will help numb the pain,” arching her neck, Tiamat sifts through the herbs in her hair to find an arnica flower. Known to reduce inflammation and ease discomfort, she offers the yellow blossom to the injured man, nothing but genuine in her concern.

notes; :DD (btw she didn't hear Agnodice introduction haha)
“Speech.”