tiamat

Their journey had begun as more of an adventure than anything. Descending from the mountains of their northern home, the oceanic pair moves leisurely through the frosted woodland, frequently stopping to investigate anything that might catch their interest. Tiamat shivers from the frigid weather, but she hardly notices how low the temperature has dropped. The white of her eyes sparkle beneath the light of her mother sky, laughing blissfully as she dances through the powdery snow, dainty knees lifting playfully in her high spirits.

A slender ear tips to the side when voices suddenly catch the ocean mare’s attention, her bouncy jog slowing to a spirited walk as she alters her direction accordingly. “Who do you think it could be?” She asks her companion with a playful smile, her heart warming when Nimue only presses closer to her flank; Tiamat can sense the little Leviathan’s struggle between her shyness and natural friendliness, ultimately settling on quietly following the lead of her bonded. The Mender’s leonine tail curls upwards, shells tinkling as she brushes the hair against her nervous companion, trying to ease her anxiety.

With her ears slanting forward curiously, Tiamat presses on, each of her cloven hooves stepping lightly through the powdery snow. She can tell by the various tones that there are at least two people ahead—but she would never have expected to emerge from the trees and see not two, but five individuals in front of her. The ocean mare is noticeably staggered (this is perhaps the largest gathering she has ever seen in the Threshold). Nonetheless, she is ever eager to make new friends, and is not daunted by the small crowd.

“Oh, hello all!” She greets the others with a sparkling smile, looking to each of them with gentle eyes. Settling comfortably at the side of a white pegasus mare, Tiamat continues soon after with an introduction. “My name is Tiamat,” she holds her breath for the shortest second before resting, opting to not introduce her dear companion, for fear it will only heighten her distress. Nimue still hovers towards the backside of her bonded, simultaneously wary and curious of all the new faces.

Momentarily studying those already gathered, the ocean mare notes the body language of the pegasus and spotted unicorn—how they are both noticeably angled towards the trio, who, by the looks of it, are likely travelling together. Following suit, Tiamat turns the majority of her attention on the painted mare and her two stallions. “I’m going to assume you’re the new ones to Helovia?” She questions with a twinkle in her gaze, her eyes flickering briefly to the two other women with amusement. “You have quite the receiving party. Welcome!” She laughs lightly, assuming that their other hosts have already questioned them enough for her to repeat.


notes; Nimue reference
“Speech.”

dreaming the day away!