The pearl seamare found herself easing into the conversation with little difficulty. There was no physical similarities, yet Aquaria sensed something of her elder sister in this new face. A kindness belied by a core of strength that seemed to touch everything they did. True, she had only known Oceane for scant minutes, but there was a kindred feeling all the same.
Her golden smile widened with delight at the wing woman's riposte to her own silly humor with an equally corny joke. Oh yes, this was a very good day in the making. Her head bobbed at the woman's declaration, that connection between scent and location falling into place. Loess, that made sense.
She'd been there only once, and that only a brief landing on their shore. It hadn't been much more than a rest stop with an uneventful conversation thrown in. "I hear it's lovely there! I don't know much about it myself though, it's not a land I've visited." Really, she couldn't count standing on their gravel shore as actually seeing Loess. The clear pride in the painted mare's face made her want to change that, though.
When it was her turn to acknowledge her own dwelling, Aquaria found herself beaming with similar pride, despite catching what seemed like a hitch at the mention of her island home. She shot a questioning glance Oceane's way but let it go. Too soon to prod into personal details. Instead she smiled and nodded. "Good guess! Yes, I'm Ischian, bred and born. It's been my family's home for generations." She announced with no small joy.
There was no where else she could imagine being so happy as her island. Sure, the mainland had its draws, it's own flavors off beauty. She would always have a soft spot for the redwoods of the Taiga. But it was Ischia with its jungles and crystal waters that her heart loved best. That Oceane might have found a reason not to love it baffled her.
@[Oceane]