05-20-2021, 12:02 PM
oceane
a little white light
in a sea gone black
in a sea gone black
Oceane had debated making an immediate trip to the Pampas following her conversation with Tarian. But she gambled, instead, that the new self-proclaimed Prince would not be looking to ruffle feathers beyond his own borders ─ at least not until he was able to settle himself within the sea of long grasses and bright blooms of his new home. So she gave him time to do just that, allowing a few weeks to pass into the depths of spring.
She wakes early on this particular day and moves to a plateau on the southwestern side of the red rock canyons on hoof with the intention of finding a quiet moment for herself before beginning the flight to the Pampas; dew clings to the sparse desert foliage and from her spire top view the opaline woman can see the lazy, spiraling haze that clings just above the calm waters of the hot springs that dot Loess’ foothills. From where she stands, all seems quiet. And with the increase of new life to call Loess home, it’s brief moments like these, when she is able to steal herself away and simply watch, that Oceane finds herself appreciating more and more.
With balefire wings that shimmer beneath the morning sun as they extend impressively from an equally opalescent body, the Loessian Queen bounds from the plateau and into the open air. With swift adjustment, she begins to move quickly through the skies of Loess and in the direction of the Pampas.
Quickly, though, it becomes apparent that the Pampas has brought itself to her. As the sudden call reverberates through the air, Oceane makes the source of it her new waypoint ─ the pair, their black and gold shining bright in the morning sun, sit respectfully at the imagined border between the head of the Southern kingdom and its subsidiary. Her lips twitch into a small smile at this, recalling the peeved expression her Champion had held upon his face following his own return from the Pampas ─ she had suspected Obscene had been trying moreso to burrow his way beneath Tarian’s skin than cause any true issue with Loess itself.
Despite Tarian’s aversion to the Pampas’ new leader, Oceane is inclined to give him a chance. And further ─ despite his usurpation of the crown and throne, the Loessian Queen can’t find it in herself to feel as if the Southern kingdom had been wronged in any way. Noah had ruled the Pampas for a wealth of years, but she had been quiet since Lepis’ death. For this, Oceane cannot hold malice for the absent woman. She, too, had been close with Lepis, and her death had been jarring.
Once she has alighted upon the lip of the canyon, Oceane reaches out to the mind of a nearby black-throated sparrow, requesting that it find Cheri and lead her to the trio that now stands upon the ridge. Her new charge had wanted to learn diplomacy ─ what better situation than this?
“It’s a pleasure to welcome the new Prince of the Pampas and his diplomat to Loess,” Oceane greets the gold-flecked stallion with a polite smile and a nod before her amber eyes flick to the palomino mare, offering her a similar greeting. “My name is Oceane.” She pauses for a moment, allowing the other woman a moment to supply her name before her watchful gaze moves between the pair once more.
“If you don’t mind waiting just a few minutes before we begin moving further into Loess, I have requested that one of our young diplomats, Cheri, join us today. She shouldn’t be long.”
She wakes early on this particular day and moves to a plateau on the southwestern side of the red rock canyons on hoof with the intention of finding a quiet moment for herself before beginning the flight to the Pampas; dew clings to the sparse desert foliage and from her spire top view the opaline woman can see the lazy, spiraling haze that clings just above the calm waters of the hot springs that dot Loess’ foothills. From where she stands, all seems quiet. And with the increase of new life to call Loess home, it’s brief moments like these, when she is able to steal herself away and simply watch, that Oceane finds herself appreciating more and more.
With balefire wings that shimmer beneath the morning sun as they extend impressively from an equally opalescent body, the Loessian Queen bounds from the plateau and into the open air. With swift adjustment, she begins to move quickly through the skies of Loess and in the direction of the Pampas.
Quickly, though, it becomes apparent that the Pampas has brought itself to her. As the sudden call reverberates through the air, Oceane makes the source of it her new waypoint ─ the pair, their black and gold shining bright in the morning sun, sit respectfully at the imagined border between the head of the Southern kingdom and its subsidiary. Her lips twitch into a small smile at this, recalling the peeved expression her Champion had held upon his face following his own return from the Pampas ─ she had suspected Obscene had been trying moreso to burrow his way beneath Tarian’s skin than cause any true issue with Loess itself.
Despite Tarian’s aversion to the Pampas’ new leader, Oceane is inclined to give him a chance. And further ─ despite his usurpation of the crown and throne, the Loessian Queen can’t find it in herself to feel as if the Southern kingdom had been wronged in any way. Noah had ruled the Pampas for a wealth of years, but she had been quiet since Lepis’ death. For this, Oceane cannot hold malice for the absent woman. She, too, had been close with Lepis, and her death had been jarring.
Once she has alighted upon the lip of the canyon, Oceane reaches out to the mind of a nearby black-throated sparrow, requesting that it find Cheri and lead her to the trio that now stands upon the ridge. Her new charge had wanted to learn diplomacy ─ what better situation than this?
“It’s a pleasure to welcome the new Prince of the Pampas and his diplomat to Loess,” Oceane greets the gold-flecked stallion with a polite smile and a nod before her amber eyes flick to the palomino mare, offering her a similar greeting. “My name is Oceane.” She pauses for a moment, allowing the other woman a moment to supply her name before her watchful gaze moves between the pair once more.
“If you don’t mind waiting just a few minutes before we begin moving further into Loess, I have requested that one of our young diplomats, Cheri, join us today. She shouldn’t be long.”
@[Obscene], @[Aela], @[Cheri]
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i must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
and all i ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by
and all i ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by