[private] oh, can't you hear the drums?

[Oceane]

oceane

a little white light
in a sea gone black

Tarian catches her in a moment of repose, planted upon the eastern plateau she had first met Tiercel. The location is ideal for observing a large portion of Loess, with the red rock canyon spires offering a distant backdrop to a foothills and shrub brush foreground. She’s chosen this spot for just that reason ─ but also because it’s easy to spread her wings here and feel both the open air and the sun beating down upon her twilight frame, especially now that the heat of summer and autumn has begun to fade into something much less inviting.

She smiles warmly at her Champion as his gleaming gunmetal frame comes into view, though his answering expression and tone are both more troubled than usual. “Of course, Tarian. Always.” Despite the severity of his expression, Oceane is struck with warm contentment that they can stand here in the sun together. The last time they’d had an in depth conversation they’d been illuminated by the fiery horns of their Vanguard Primary, and the Loessian Queen had been fraught with panic.

Maintaining hope that today’s conversation will be less of a cause for concern than Tarian’s expression hints, the opaline woman presses her ears towards him and gives an encouraging nod, curious to hear what has become of the Pampas and Noah since she’d had the opportunity to visit them last.

@[Tarian]
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