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

[Oceane]

oceane

a little white light
in a sea gone black

“Of course he wouldn't,” Oceane responds with an exasperated sigh that brushes away the small grin that had developed at the new Prince's name, “He's testing the waters. Trying to find where he stands in the the echelons.” That the usurper had rankled Tarian does not leave Oceane feeling particularly content with where they currently stand, though the majority of her is still prepared to wait and see. She had encountered many an abrasive leader in her past and not all of them had been bad - quite the opposite, really. There are certain types who flock to such behavior and as long as no harm comes to the Southern kingdom thanks to it or his intentions, she can find reason enough to be satisfied at the idea of liveliness.

The Loessian Queen nods succinctly at Tarian's opinion of the man - an opinion that she does not take lightly - and allows herself a moment of quiet contemplation before she responds. “I will journey there soon. Unfortunately, you're right, and his likely lack of patience forces our hand.” Her amber eyes watch the gunmetal stallion for another few moments. “And to be honest, I'm uncertain if he'll actually be more open to receiving me than he was you.” She smiles at the Champion, hoping that her next words, spoken quietly despite the distance between the pair and the rest of Loess, will help to loosen the agitated frown that still settles across his lips.

“If we deem that he is not a good fit for the Southern kingdom, it is within our power to oust him, Tarian. If that is the best route for Loess, it's a decision I will not hesitate to make. And in that event, we would need someone to take the helm in his place. I don't hope for infighting, but we need rulers in the South that we can all trust.”

She doesn't say it aloud, at least not yet, but she thinks the exact same thing for Sylva.

@[Tarian]
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