Lena
I'm buried and covered peaceful under millions of stars

Their journey from the Threshold was quiet, the occasional chirp of Imogen gliding across the snowdrifts adding to the tranquility and serenity, following the pathways of gates to unlocked homeland. The songbird led their newest compatriot into the heart of the Basin, past the guarding pinnacles, around the glacial exterior, pressing a festive tour of its beauty, its wonder, as they slid along howling rime and ice, as they ghosted beside lantern trees with their fairy lights. The only dismay she could conjure at their arrival was within the dark hold of the endless night, Leovan wouldn’t be able to see the full glory of the power, the magnificent, resplendent monuments, the towering summits and crowns holding their alpine throne, the deep, rolling valleys and the freshly fallen snow coating hilltops, pine and fir. Her movements became an intentional tour, embarking along hidden trails and hallways, parlors and foyers, corridors and passages, showing and displaying the rich opulence lurking between the snippets of Stygian coals and embers. She smiled as they coasted beneath boughs, as they ducked between soaring copses and idle, frozen ponds, until she ultimately crossed into the open air of the stretching terrain. The relentless lake glowed in the distance, a luminescent reality reeling in their sights, offering hope, conviction and optimism in the crushing ambiguity of no light, no enchantments, no invocations stroking the core of their bodies. She ceased all motion, breathless, allowing the coil of her breath to unwind in the frigid vapor, twisting and turning in revolutionary motion. Her smile, forever resolute, an everlasting feature adorning her face, spread along the indentation of her lips, bestowing the cherished devotion of her cadre beneath the wake of her harmonious candor. “Welcome to the Aurora Basin, Leovan.” Lena’s eyes flown to his, hoped to see the wonder, the inquiry, the awe and inspiration of his new home – the choices laid out before his soul, which directions to go, to be pulled against, to foster in the palatial schemes of massifs. Immediately thereafter, the nymph twisted her head towards where the heavens, the stars, the clouds would lie in wait, and bellowed a mellifluous nicker across the horizon, to dabble in the shadowed bends, to depart from her lungs and impart incantations towards fellow herd members. To welcome, to cherish, to be gratified by the constant aura of regeneration, renewal and resurgence, strength proffered to their Siberian bounty.

[Leovan first please, then anyone who would like to meet him. :DD]