06-12-2021, 09:55 PM
O C E A N E
Oceane finds comfort in diplomacy; she is adept in the throes of discussion and well-versed at carrying herself with authority. It's the unknowns that bother her - the happenings beyond her borders, behind her back, whispered in ears. So to have Obscene and Aela here with her own diplomats at the ready, Oceane swiftly falls into a comfortable rhythm. Clearly, she has been here before. And she's still waiting (with some discomfort) for Ledger to ask her about her past the next time they share private company.
There is the expectation of reciprocity, regardless of whether or not he has explicitly asked for it. He had shared his entire life with her, and though he had not been a willing storyteller Oceane does find a growing desire within herself to share with him stories of her own history.
He did not leave his name. The Loessian Queen is pulled back to the conversation and she returns the fae's wiry grin with her own soft smile. "Tarian is quite duty driven. I'm sure he only neglected to share it because he wanted to return home swiftly. News of a usurpation doesn't come everyday." She wonders after Noah for a brief moment, and finds herself hopeful that the former Queen of the Pampas is in good health, wherever she may be. Oceane can't imagine she had decided to remain with the borders of what had become Obscene's empire.
The obsidian stallion's words are accompanied by their measured footfall and the pleasant murmur of the trio behind them. He, of course, has her full attention - and when he finishes speaking with the affirmation that he is ready for the Pampas to change and grow less quiet, Oceane believes him. He is well spoken and self-confident, if not a little brazen, though she has an inkling that he will use that to his benefit.
And then Obscene refers to himself as a Fae, leaving Oceane to wonder if this is where his brazenness stems from. It's something she feels inclined to ask, to see if he is willing to share the extent of his ability with the woman who oversees his realm, but he's suddenly speaking again and it's on her to answer the query he has presented. She'll have to circle back.
"Tarian," she retorts with her own sharp-lipped inflection, "is only concerned with the wellbeing of the Southern kingdom." Her words grow soft at the edges again, the brief tautness of her lips giving way for the return of a gentle smile. They come to halt at the edge of Loess' largest hot spring where she motions for the trio behind them to explore or swim if they so choose. They will move on in a few minutes to show their guests more of the land. "I'm quite eager for there to be some life in the Pampas. My concern lies with your methods. I care about those who call the South home above all else, and it's important to me that they are safe." She shares with him the South's struggles with the Eastern kingdom, deciding that if she is to give this Fae an opportunity to prove himself at the helm of the Pampas, he is required to know all of the Kingdom's relations. "What you do inside the Pampas is your business, but keep in mind that actions taken by you and your court outside of its borders will reflect on the entirety of the South. And I will not have anyone endangered. The South is not an instigator." Her amber eyes, while not unkind, fall sharply onto his crimson ones. "With that being said, I do not expect anyone to allow themselves or their fellow herdmates to be victimized without immediate retaliation. And if the Pampas finds itself in such a situation, you will have the South's Vanguard, led by Fiorina, and Champion - Tarian - to assist."
She is silent for a moment as she turns her molten gaze to the hot springs and their diplomats. Even in the midst of negotiations, she is pleased to see bustle in the foothills. When, a few moments later, she turns her attention back to the gold-flecked fae, there is some amusement that permeates from Oceane again. "I'm curious, Obscene. Was it only the ease of swiping the crown in the Pampas that drew you to it? I'm honestly quite surprised that Noah had not been removed before now. But surely you scouted out others before choosing your home." She watches him closely, her opaline head tilted and pensive. She gambles, makes an assumption: "Like Sylva, perhaps. What did you think of Sylva and its protector?"
There is the expectation of reciprocity, regardless of whether or not he has explicitly asked for it. He had shared his entire life with her, and though he had not been a willing storyteller Oceane does find a growing desire within herself to share with him stories of her own history.
He did not leave his name. The Loessian Queen is pulled back to the conversation and she returns the fae's wiry grin with her own soft smile. "Tarian is quite duty driven. I'm sure he only neglected to share it because he wanted to return home swiftly. News of a usurpation doesn't come everyday." She wonders after Noah for a brief moment, and finds herself hopeful that the former Queen of the Pampas is in good health, wherever she may be. Oceane can't imagine she had decided to remain with the borders of what had become Obscene's empire.
The obsidian stallion's words are accompanied by their measured footfall and the pleasant murmur of the trio behind them. He, of course, has her full attention - and when he finishes speaking with the affirmation that he is ready for the Pampas to change and grow less quiet, Oceane believes him. He is well spoken and self-confident, if not a little brazen, though she has an inkling that he will use that to his benefit.
And then Obscene refers to himself as a Fae, leaving Oceane to wonder if this is where his brazenness stems from. It's something she feels inclined to ask, to see if he is willing to share the extent of his ability with the woman who oversees his realm, but he's suddenly speaking again and it's on her to answer the query he has presented. She'll have to circle back.
"Tarian," she retorts with her own sharp-lipped inflection, "is only concerned with the wellbeing of the Southern kingdom." Her words grow soft at the edges again, the brief tautness of her lips giving way for the return of a gentle smile. They come to halt at the edge of Loess' largest hot spring where she motions for the trio behind them to explore or swim if they so choose. They will move on in a few minutes to show their guests more of the land. "I'm quite eager for there to be some life in the Pampas. My concern lies with your methods. I care about those who call the South home above all else, and it's important to me that they are safe." She shares with him the South's struggles with the Eastern kingdom, deciding that if she is to give this Fae an opportunity to prove himself at the helm of the Pampas, he is required to know all of the Kingdom's relations. "What you do inside the Pampas is your business, but keep in mind that actions taken by you and your court outside of its borders will reflect on the entirety of the South. And I will not have anyone endangered. The South is not an instigator." Her amber eyes, while not unkind, fall sharply onto his crimson ones. "With that being said, I do not expect anyone to allow themselves or their fellow herdmates to be victimized without immediate retaliation. And if the Pampas finds itself in such a situation, you will have the South's Vanguard, led by Fiorina, and Champion - Tarian - to assist."
She is silent for a moment as she turns her molten gaze to the hot springs and their diplomats. Even in the midst of negotiations, she is pleased to see bustle in the foothills. When, a few moments later, she turns her attention back to the gold-flecked fae, there is some amusement that permeates from Oceane again. "I'm curious, Obscene. Was it only the ease of swiping the crown in the Pampas that drew you to it? I'm honestly quite surprised that Noah had not been removed before now. But surely you scouted out others before choosing your home." She watches him closely, her opaline head tilted and pensive. She gambles, makes an assumption: "Like Sylva, perhaps. What did you think of Sylva and its protector?"
― @[Obscene], @[Aela], @[Cheri] ―
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a little white light
in a sea gone black
in a sea gone black
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