[open] i must go to the seas again

[Oceane]

for the call of the running tide

Despite her sour mood, Oceane can't help but cough laughter at the brown mare's retort for Leilan. Even the amused response from her stallion friend, he who seems accustomed to sardonic jabs, furthers the growth of the smile gracing her purple lips. Leilan had acted the same on her first day in Loess - something that, at the time, had seemed like an act for her and Castile, but now feels more endearing than she had originally anticipated.

Oceane stands, her ears swiveling in tune with the brown mare's noncommittal response regarding her song. She side-eyes the other woman for a brief moment, watching her as she watches the tree, curious if the song was one from her past that she'd rather not delve into. As someone with a past she would prefer not to dwell on, the opaline pegasi can understand this and, so, decides to let the subject drop. Oceane would not have particularly understood anyway if Bean had told her simply that the song had come without meaning from her subconscious.

She catches Leilan's apprehensive gaze as h tries to determine whether or not she is trying to be rude, to which Oceane gives him a sly grin as she stands. Ruffling the pine needles from her gleaming wings, the Loessian woman listens to the ice-encrusted stallion explain the truth behind his traveling spirit. She presses no further, though would admittedly quite enjoy continuing the ruse of Leilan living within the foothills territory.

Her frown, coaxed out by the scent of sea salt in her hair, is short-lived. Drawn back to the conversation by Leilan's inquisitive prodding, Oceane waits expectantly for Bean's response. "Where has been your favorite place to visit so far, Bean of Everywhere?" she asks despite her desire to offer the brown mare an escort back to Loess. Instead, she opts to feed her own curious nature, hoping to find another place in Beqanna to visit soon.

Preferably a place without kelpies.

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@[bean] & @[Leilan] | speech