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Pretty butterfly; Oceane - Ilma - 12-26-2019 Ilma And there's a lesson waiting to be learned the firestarters always get the burns and the good guys never get the girl As the white mare nears the Loessian border, she wonders how far she’ll come - and then she wonders if it matters. She already knows how much Lepis’ values her friendship - not that much, when it is not solely for Lepis’ benefit but many others’ too - and she already knows about the mare’s decision to move here. and shooting stars cannot fix the world @[Oceane] I remember a loooong time ago she should visit so here she is, haha RE: Pretty butterfly; Oceane - Oceane - 12-29-2019 O C E A N E
Hath in her veins,
to beat and run, the glad indomitable sea, the strong white sun.
Loess is a hub of activity, endlessly providing Oceane with the opportunity to meet new and intriguing equine. The opalescent woman had always considered herself to be more of a wanderer, but now that her belly begins to swell with the promise of new life she finds it considerably more comfortable to allow these new acquaintances to come to her. This isn't to say that she is stagnant; the violet pegasi still takes to the skies of her foothills home and, when she is not airborne, lopes the perimeter of the territory to stretch her lanky appendages and quicken her heart rate. She has barely reached the northwest border of Loess when she hears a gentle call carried on the breeze. The scent that accompanies it is unfamiliar to Oceane, though this does not deter her from seeking out the source. Where others may harbor an inkling of hesitation at greeting a stranger in a quiet, uninhabited corner nestled in the forest between territories, the shimmering mare has never hesitated to explore. Curiosity would someday kill the cat, perhaps. She greets the ethereal ivory mare with a smile that doesn't quite reach her amber eyes and a small nod. "Welcome to Loess," the balefire woman says as her gaze sweeps the forest behind the stranger. She is alone, it would seem, aside from the the blue-and-gold parrot that Oceane occasionally happens upon in her travels. Her eyes linger here for only a moment before returning to the unfamiliar woman. "What brings you to the foothills today?" neamrel / thedayofshadow RE: Pretty butterfly; Oceane - Ilma - 01-13-2020 Ilma And there's a lesson waiting to be learned the firestarters always get the burns and the good guys never get the girl Pregnancy - ah, but Ilma’s is heavy too. This time a little more so than before, she knows; but so far it does not show that she carries two. In fact, early in winter as it is, the main giveaway of her pregnancy now is the way she walks, the distribution of her body weight slightly altered, only a small bub visible if one looked closely at her waist. It is the same for Oceane, but Ilma has more than one reason to find out if one is pregnant or not. When she stretches out her nose to the purple mare in greeting, she is overcome by the vision - and smiles. ”Thank you kindly.” she starts, looking the mare over with amber orbs. and shooting stars cannot fix the world @[Oceane] RE: Pretty butterfly; Oceane - Oceane - 01-14-2020 O C E A N E
Hath in her veins,
to beat and run, the glad indomitable sea, the strong white sun.
"Ilma," she repeats the ivory woman's name with that same polite smile all the while trying to decide whether or not she'd heard of her before, "It's a pleasure to meet you." Oceane had suspected that this visit would be diplomatic of sorts — the white woman had not arrived with anything akin to hopefulness present upon her face (something that she has found to be commonly expressed on those seeking permission to find residence within a territory), though the lack of one territory's scent over another had left her curious. Ilma's explanation gives Oceane the answers she had been searching for, and she nods with interest and commendation. "You have a noble vision for Beqanna," the Loessian woman falls silent for a few beats, thinking on the task that Ilma has set before herself. "I've never been fond of war," she says finally, the words falling like a secret confession from a lavender maw. War had affected her entire childhood and young adult life, though not just hers — the whole of Nau-Aib was built on war. On bloodshed. On domination. War is no stranger to the winged woman, but she has always refused to participate. She garners no pleasure from the physical pain of others. She intends to offer a helping hand to her new acquaintance, a sort of loose promise that she will help where she can and when she can. But she's caught off guard by Ilma's sudden mention of Castile and instead of continuing their conversation on this new form of diplomacy, Oceane chuckles. The sound is a little off-balance, though not impolite. "I believe he is," she says with a flick of her lavender tail, "Though he's been completing his own diplomatic visits as of late, so I can't give you anything too up-to-date." She shrugs her winged shoulders apologetically before clearing her throat and returning to their previous topic of conversation — "How have you fared in your travels thus far?" " " neamrel / thedayofshadow RE: Pretty butterfly; Oceane - Ilma - 01-15-2020 Ilma And there's a lesson waiting to be learned the firestarters always get the burns and the good guys never get the girl Oceane is bright and cheerful, a mare that Ilma takes an instant liking to. Her own explanation sufficient and informing the purple pegasus well enough, the topic slightly alters when she mentions her dislike of war. Of course, the ethereal mare agrees, giving a nod and a sad smile. ”You’d be surprised how many would find it necessary, just to make a point.” Yes, she thinks, she would - she knows she would. A mark on the world and lives lost in a battle for dominance. A child following their father to war thinking it an adventure. Dragons attacking volcanoes. and shooting stars cannot fix the world @[Oceane] I’m not sure this is any good but it is text for you to read RE: Pretty butterfly; Oceane - Oceane - 01-19-2020 O C E A N E
Hath in her veins,
to beat and run, the glad indomitable sea, the strong white sun.
Oceane is quite familiar with those who find war necessary for the simple reason of furthering their own doctrine or expanding their own reach. There are those who will never be content with what they have. And perhaps she is guilty of this, as someone who is never happy enough to stay in one place, curiosity never sated and legs perpetually restless. But she has never inflicted pain on another for her own gain. Her thoughts flash to the orange-eyed stallion she'd met on the Mountain. The memory of his death replays in her mind (the hiss of the snakes, the guttural cry from the stallion as he was felled) and draws nausea into her stomach. She breathes it out slowly, shakily, before forcing the polite diplomatic smile back onto her lavender lips. She, unfortunately, has no knowledge of Loess' past with Tephra. No inkling of the things Beqanna has perceived Castile to have done — or, even, the things he has done. She has not seen his inner dragon, has never witnessed anything more hostile than a general suspicion in him. Oceane does not require seeing something to believe — but it certainly helps. With a quiet chuckle, the Loessian woman makes to shake her head and redirect the ivory visitor, for she hadn't meant her comment about alliances to come across the way that it had, but her ajar mouth freezes as Ilma's own speech is interrupted by a warning of a much more sinister nature. Ilma is back on track within moments, the warning coming and going without fanfare, but where the ivory woman's smile remains, Oceane's has fallen. Her amber eyes have steeled and leave behind no kindness to be shared — though more out of confusion than hostility, that may not be the way such a swift change in her expression is perceived. Ilma speaks about Loess and Tephra, Nerine and Taiga... mentioning territory upon territory and then, finally, settling on Loess again, where she makes her feelings towards Castile known to the opaline pegasi. But one of this matters to her now, not with the unmentioned warning staring her down. "What did you mean?" she asks without acknowledgement of the woman's diplomatic musings — "What did you mean when you said they won't want to see him? His existence will upset her?... Who are you referring to?" " " neamrel / thedayofshadow RE: Pretty butterfly; Oceane - Ilma - 01-22-2020 Ilma And there's a lesson waiting to be learned the firestarters always get the burns and the good guys never get the girl There is a number of things she does purely intentionally as a diplomat - but there are, apparently forces at work that she can’t foresee. She had, of course, scouted for the possibility to meet Castile himself at the border, and only moved towards it when these chances were lower - she’d rather befriend more Loessians than just it’s leader, especially since the kingdom was after all, pretty large and pretty populated. Some would call the hills pretty as well - still, she preferred the cleanliness of the Hyaline lake, yet she also knew there was little chance for her to go back and have things the way they were. She was a nomad now, with two younglings underway who would belong to the Island Resort, as much as her last child belonged in Tephra. and shooting stars cannot fix the world @[Oceane] RE: Pretty butterfly; Oceane - Oceane - 01-24-2020 O C E A N E
Hath in her veins,
to beat and run, the glad indomitable sea, the strong white sun.
She stands off against Ilma, muscles taut and eyes wide with concern. She half-expects the visiting woman to deny saying what Oceane had heard her say just moments ago, to claim that she had simply imagined something that she had wanted to hear. But she doesn't, and Oceane is thankful for that ─ though, swiftly, Ilma's explanation draws dread back into the opalescent woman and weaves it between her sinew and veins. They wouldn't want to see him? They wouldn't want to see her son? Her... … son. "My son?" she whispers when finally she has processed her way through Ilma's confession. A son. Her third boy. In her mind, she has already begun to hope that maybe he would fill the hole that her missing two had left in her heart before she'd left Nau-Aib ─ but even now, she cannot escape. Even now, they will not want to see her son. They will be unhappy. Her blood runs cold with terror as her mind flashes back to those days in her homeland that her newborn boys had been taken from her side as she screamed so loud and so hard that she'd made her own throat bleed. She would never let it happen again. She would die before it did. I would advise you not to worry about it, Ilma says and Oceane shakes her head as she begins to pivot away from the ivory woman. "I think... I just need a moment," she murmurs to the diplomat without offering any explanation as she begins to move away. (If Ilma wants to stop Oceane from leaving, that's totally fine! Otherwise we can do another thread after Alcinder is born <3) " " neamrel / thedayofshadow RE: Pretty butterfly; Oceane - Ilma - 01-27-2020 Ilma And there's a lesson waiting to be learned the firestarters always get the burns and the good guys never get the girl Oceane seems to have fallen out of her role - and probably for good reason. Ilma bites her lip as she does the same; when the winged mare repeats the word ‘son’ and seems to withdraw, Ilma can guess it wasn’t a prediction about flowers and rainbows that she must have outed in front of the soon-to-be mother. and shooting stars cannot fix the world @[Oceane] RE: Pretty butterfly; Oceane - Oceane - 01-28-2020 O C E A N E
Hath in her veins,
to beat and run, the glad indomitable sea, the strong white sun.
Oceane nearly ignores Ilma as she calls out for her, unwilling to share a story with a practical stranger that she hadn't even found strength enough to share with Castile yet. But the ivory woman's voice is just the right combination of soft and confident, and it reels the opaline pegasi back into the conversation but only after Ilma mentions the past. Does she have abilities beyond what she has stated? The Loessian pegasi would not be surprised (not when she, herself, hides the magic abilities that Beqanna's fairies have graced her with), but she achingly hopes that the ambassador truly cannot see into the events of her young adulthood. A shaky breath falls from her maw and, with hesitation, she pivots back around to face Ilma once more. Her worried amber eyes collide with Ilma's green ones and she shakes her head worriedly. "I can't," her lip quivers and it forces her to pause, making it seem for just a brief moment that she may be refusing Ilma's help, but then ─ "I can't lose another son. Not again." Her heart threatens to beat straight from her chest and her nostrils flare in response to her hyperventilating. Oceane swings her head low to the ground and stomps her hooves with agitation against the hard-packed earth of Loess. She unfurls her wings but, even in her current state, knows that she best not take to the skies and so she simply opens and closes them a few times before trying to settle herself. "Ilma," she whispers, her voice begging and her molten amber eyes closing, "Will they hurt him?" She doesn't know what the woman can and cannot see, but Oceane cannot bear to think about a future here if there is a chance her son will be harmed. " " neamrel / thedayofshadow |