Pretty butterfly; Oceane

[Oceane]

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?"



@[Ilma]
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