to the lonely sea and sky
Oceane returns to Loess from Island Resort noting the distinct feeling of repose within her warm bosom. It is the first time, truly, that the opaline pegasi has felt such a thing well inside of her, and it takes her a few minutes to place the emotion. Homecoming. Despite her departure from the tropical island climate and return to the crisp air of a Loessian winter, Oceane is pleased to be returning to the territory she has called home for the entirety of autumn, and now winter.
A shiver creeps down her spine, rushed and intimate, at the chill in the air. It causes her to drop closer to the earth and ride the cool air beneath her satin wings playfully near to the ground; her purple hooves clip the branches of some of the land's taller timber and she weaves skillfully to avoid areas where foothills erupt higher from the frosted landscape.
Oceane revels in the air between her flight feathers and in the way its chill shocks her fluttering nostrils. Formerly a creature of the desert, accosted with unrelenting sun year-round, the opalescent pegasi continues to find surprising ways in which she can settle more comfortably into Beqanna - be it climate, matters of state, or acquaintanceship, the woman from Nau-Aib has found her place.
She has even begun to sport a winter shag for the first time. Oceane still glimmers in the sun despite this, the golden rays setting her iridescent fir alight and transforming her into an aviator's beacon.
Her hooves finally reconnect the woman with the hardened earth of Loess once more, due in part to the silhouette of Castile on the near horizon, commonplace during his regular patrols. Oceane settles her lavish wings against her sides with another shiver before starting leisurely in the direction of the Loessian King. As she meanders nearer, the pegasi realizes that her winter coat is not only good for keeping her warm, but for retaining scents, as well - she wreaks of the sea and salt of Island Resort.
She knows Castile to be an observant fellow and so decides not to mention her journey northwest until he decides to inquire about it, should he choose to. Instead, the opaline mare snorts a greeting to the painted stallion and comes to stand beside him, letting her amber eyes slide from his face and to the landscape before them as if searching for whatever threat he may have found within their borders.
"Are you expecting Leilan this afternoon?" she asks with faux curiosity, the words tainted with a hint of playfulness at Loess's regular visitor - wanted or unwanted still to be determined. She shifts her weight slightly and turns her striped neck to more openly welcome a conversation with the winged stallion. "I hope you don't mind my interruption. I've found that it's rare to see you without someone at your side," Oceane says easily, her own observation that her King is seldom without company - diplomatic or otherwise - though their lack of conversation over the last few weeks is equally her fault - ever the curious one, Oceane has followed her hooves wherever they have deigned to take her since arriving in Beqanna.
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