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rising tides from sinking moons - Oceane - 11-09-2020 a little white light in a
sea gone black ≋
“Thank you,” she offers as her molten amber eyes turn to look at the rabicano stallion beside her. He hadn't known anything about her when he'd offered to help that day in the Field - and now here he is, in Loess, just as he said he would be. Oceane is curious of his past, of course, but he has proven himself selfless and reliable in the short time she has known him. “I will need all of the help I can get right now, Finian.”
She pauses, and then takes a chance by confiding in him something she had yet to share with even Soran - “Especially now. Tarian, the man I was going to name Loess' Champion, has been stolen away from us and I can only hazard a guess that it was Pangea.” She sighs, more exasperated than anything else. Barbs aimed in the foothills' direction by the demons of the wasteland are nothing new. “Though my only proof is our unpleasant history.” She chews at the inside of her cheek as they gaze out over the hot springs and the steam that rises up from them. All around them, winter has claimed the land and hidden the remaining destruction of last year's inferno. But never the springs; they are unchanging, and their stability is what she needs now. “Tell me about yourself, Finian,” she requests quietly as she flicks an ear in his direction, hoping to gently set aside the troubles she harbors, if only for a short while. @[Finian]
“” RE: rising tides from sinking moons - Finian - 11-24-2020 I fell for your magic, I tasted your skin Finian @[Oceane] RE: rising tides from sinking moons - Oceane - 12-18-2020 a little white light in a
sea gone black ≋
“I appreciate your apology but this is no fault of yours,” Oceane offers to the rabicano man with a small upwards twitch of her lavender lips. Finian's demeanor softens her slightly. It loosens the tight coil between her shoulders and unbridles the long, low exhale she'd been holding in her chest. At the man's political obseration, she gives him a small nod and an apologetic side-eye. “There's much to learn and, for that, I likely should be the one apologizing to you.” But with a nod of affirmation to his question, both of their gazes turn to the hot springs before them.
He opens up about his past - about the good life he had lived - and Oceane listens politely and with genuine interest. Not often has she heard the tale of the happy traveler; more often than not, swiftly moving hooves were not accompanied by a joyful heart. She thinks of her own story just moments before Finian asks about it and takes a moment to bite at the inside of her cheek as she considers sharing. “No,” she finally tells him, though her gilded eyes remain on the crystalline basin as she speaks, “Beqanna saved me nearly a decade ago now.” She chuckles under her breath as her gaze turns to the leather-winged stallion beside her, “And despite the current events you've walked into, I'm still happier here than I ever was there.” She ends there but this is, perhaps, the most she has ever shared with anyone aside from Soran on the subject. It's less of an open wound now and more of a negative reminder, but digging it all up won't do much for her either way. She hums quietly beneath her breath now, contemplating for a moment, before she speaks again. “Well, here's my offer to you: let your feet find new roads and your eyes new faces while you work to recruit for Loess. I'd love to see this place bustling again, and I'm sure you could charm a few of them into staying.” @[Finian]
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