12-29-2019, 11:33 AM
O C E A N E
Hath in her veins,
to beat and run,
the glad indomitable sea,
the strong white sun.
to beat and run,
the glad indomitable sea,
the strong white sun.
Loess is a hub of activity, endlessly providing Oceane with the opportunity to meet new and intriguing equine. The opalescent woman had always considered herself to be more of a wanderer, but now that her belly begins to swell with the promise of new life she finds it considerably more comfortable to allow these new acquaintances to come to her.
This isn't to say that she is stagnant; the violet pegasi still takes to the skies of her foothills home and, when she is not airborne, lopes the perimeter of the territory to stretch her lanky appendages and quicken her heart rate.
She has barely reached the northwest border of Loess when she hears a gentle call carried on the breeze. The scent that accompanies it is unfamiliar to Oceane, though this does not deter her from seeking out the source. Where others may harbor an inkling of hesitation at greeting a stranger in a quiet, uninhabited corner nestled in the forest between territories, the shimmering mare has never hesitated to explore.
Curiosity would someday kill the cat, perhaps.
She greets the ethereal ivory mare with a smile that doesn't quite reach her amber eyes and a small nod. "Welcome to Loess," the balefire woman says as her gaze sweeps the forest behind the stranger. She is alone, it would seem, aside from the the blue-and-gold parrot that Oceane occasionally happens upon in her travels. Her eyes linger here for only a moment before returning to the unfamiliar woman.
"What brings you to the foothills today?"
@[Ilma] | "WORDS"
This isn't to say that she is stagnant; the violet pegasi still takes to the skies of her foothills home and, when she is not airborne, lopes the perimeter of the territory to stretch her lanky appendages and quicken her heart rate.
She has barely reached the northwest border of Loess when she hears a gentle call carried on the breeze. The scent that accompanies it is unfamiliar to Oceane, though this does not deter her from seeking out the source. Where others may harbor an inkling of hesitation at greeting a stranger in a quiet, uninhabited corner nestled in the forest between territories, the shimmering mare has never hesitated to explore.
Curiosity would someday kill the cat, perhaps.
She greets the ethereal ivory mare with a smile that doesn't quite reach her amber eyes and a small nod. "Welcome to Loess," the balefire woman says as her gaze sweeps the forest behind the stranger. She is alone, it would seem, aside from the the blue-and-gold parrot that Oceane occasionally happens upon in her travels. Her eyes linger here for only a moment before returning to the unfamiliar woman.
"What brings you to the foothills today?"
neamrel / thedayofshadow
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