05-12-2021, 02:17 PM
oceane
a little white light
in a sea gone black
in a sea gone black
Oceane enjoys the brief opportunity to sit in quiet repose beside Tarian. It’s not often that either of them have the time to do so, and to share this moment with someone that has called the canyons and foothills home for as long as she has ─ perhaps even longer, though the details evade her ─ feels special. She knows that Tarian’s efforts, both inside and out of the Southern kingdom, are always for the betterment of her home and it’s for this reason that she trusts him unequivocally.
Their quiet moment passes and Oceane turns her full attention, both her amber gaze and her tented ears, towards the gunmetal pegasus. She nods in agreement at the Pampas’ beauty ─ the last time she had visited the flatlands had been to inform Noah of Lepis’ passing and the whole time she’d been there to share the heavy news, the Pampas’ brilliant flowers had been billowing in the wind.
While the news that Tarian shares is certainly an interesting development for the Southern kingdom, Oceane has a difficult time feeling surprised. The succinct nod she gives her Champion says just that, and she fills him in on her thoughts. “Lepis was close to Noah. I have a feeling that her passing affected the Pampas leader more than she let on,” Oceane sighs before allowing the stallion to continue.
Obscene. Oceane can’t help but to grin slightly at the name, though she stays silent as not to interrupt her gray companion. Tarian’s brief irritation, the exaggerated flutter of his dark nostrils, does not go unnoticed. “Interesting,” she muses quietly before biting pensively at the interior of her cheek. After a moment, she continues. “Less quiet is good, as long as it doesn’t affect our standings with the other kingdoms. Did he seem volatile to you?”
Youth is good when one wants to try their hand at molding a more capable ruler ─ but she is not too naive to believe that the usurper would not be brash or foolish, especially if he has already found his way beneath Tarian’s skin.
Their quiet moment passes and Oceane turns her full attention, both her amber gaze and her tented ears, towards the gunmetal pegasus. She nods in agreement at the Pampas’ beauty ─ the last time she had visited the flatlands had been to inform Noah of Lepis’ passing and the whole time she’d been there to share the heavy news, the Pampas’ brilliant flowers had been billowing in the wind.
While the news that Tarian shares is certainly an interesting development for the Southern kingdom, Oceane has a difficult time feeling surprised. The succinct nod she gives her Champion says just that, and she fills him in on her thoughts. “Lepis was close to Noah. I have a feeling that her passing affected the Pampas leader more than she let on,” Oceane sighs before allowing the stallion to continue.
Obscene. Oceane can’t help but to grin slightly at the name, though she stays silent as not to interrupt her gray companion. Tarian’s brief irritation, the exaggerated flutter of his dark nostrils, does not go unnoticed. “Interesting,” she muses quietly before biting pensively at the interior of her cheek. After a moment, she continues. “Less quiet is good, as long as it doesn’t affect our standings with the other kingdoms. Did he seem volatile to you?”
Youth is good when one wants to try their hand at molding a more capable ruler ─ but she is not too naive to believe that the usurper would not be brash or foolish, especially if he has already found his way beneath Tarian’s skin.
@[Tarian]
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i must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
and all i ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by
and all i ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by