Zevulun was more than happy to answer as Dancia asked about Tinuvel. He tilted his head, giving her a glance as Maziel walked contentedly at his side. “Tinuvel is one of the islands, it’s where Maziel and I were born.” Björn too, he thought, but since he’d just learned that information he decided he’d allow Björn to say so if the stallion of grays and blacks and whites so wished. “Tinuvel is divided by two territories, the Bay and the Inlet.” When he spoke, reciting this information, it was an echo of all Mariael had taught him as he’d grown older. “We live in the Bay.” He paused, glancing at Maziel, and then back at Dancia. “We invited Björn to visit someday, if you’d like and he’d like, you’re more than welcome to come too.” Zevulun liked Dancia, he decided, just as he liked Björn. Maziel nodded her head with a happy smile. “We’d love to have you.”
Zevulun decided while he’d taken over explanation of Tinuvel, Björn could have the right to explain Luthien. After all, Zevulun had never traveled there and he was very curious to learn all he could of it.
The group made their way to the channel they’d swim and Zevulun reached to bump his sister’s wither affectionately. She returned a smile and a nod, signaling she was okay to swim (she still felt fearful in the ocean since the day it had drug her away unexpectedly) and he swam the way they had from Tinuvel to Crossing, remaining as close as possible to her so she’d always know which way to travel. Ultimately they all climbed ashore, and Zevulun’s eyes widened at the explosion of deep, earthy colors which greeted them. He could only concur with Dancia’s statement. It was filled with green, and it was greens of all shades, too.
Maziel inhaled and smiled, amazed at all the different scents which invaded her sense as they traveled inland. “I imagine there is snow here in the winter?” She said with a soft, curious voice, hoping she’d spoken loud enough for Björn to have heard her. She could feel the soft bite in the air, not strong as Tinuvel’s was, but lingering all the same.
Zevulun grinned and bumped her with his muzzle again. “Trust a Tinuvel to think of snow the minute they’re on a new island.” He chuckled and shook his head, following the group as the trees grew thicker. “This place is great.”
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