12-25-2019, 05:36 PM
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.
She is not yet heavy with child — perhaps comfortably full (as if she had eaten more than her fair share) would be a more appropriate description — but Oceane has recently become aware of its existence, of the growth within her womb, and in her panicked realization, the opaline woman has fled for the Field.
She is not opposed to children. In fact, she's quite fond of them. But the two deceased colts who lay in her past, never to leave Nau-Aib or survive long enough to see their own weaning, erupted in the forefront of her mind for the first time in years at the exact moment she'd discerned that she, in all of her absent self-control, holds the child of Castile within her glimmering bodice.
To prevent herself from further gut-wrenching consternation, Oceane advances quickly on the first equine her molten amber eyes settle upon. She holds her balefire wings tight to her sides, hiding any evidence of her current condition, and greets the pair with a succinct nod. Her proffered smile is tight at the edges but kind, nonetheless.
"It's curious, really, how often those from the outer worlds find their way to Beqanna," she says by way of verbal greeting, a factual acknowledgement of the ombre mare's statement. She had been in the scar-eyed stallion's hooves just over a year ago herself.
"Oceane," she tells them but ends her speech at that; the stallion still has the galaxy woman's question to answer, after all, and Oceane is caught up trying to place her scent despite the nagging worry that drags her thoughts time and time again to her growing unborn.
@[Soran] & @[Desire] | "WORDS"
She is not opposed to children. In fact, she's quite fond of them. But the two deceased colts who lay in her past, never to leave Nau-Aib or survive long enough to see their own weaning, erupted in the forefront of her mind for the first time in years at the exact moment she'd discerned that she, in all of her absent self-control, holds the child of Castile within her glimmering bodice.
To prevent herself from further gut-wrenching consternation, Oceane advances quickly on the first equine her molten amber eyes settle upon. She holds her balefire wings tight to her sides, hiding any evidence of her current condition, and greets the pair with a succinct nod. Her proffered smile is tight at the edges but kind, nonetheless.
"It's curious, really, how often those from the outer worlds find their way to Beqanna," she says by way of verbal greeting, a factual acknowledgement of the ombre mare's statement. She had been in the scar-eyed stallion's hooves just over a year ago herself.
"Oceane," she tells them but ends her speech at that; the stallion still has the galaxy woman's question to answer, after all, and Oceane is caught up trying to place her scent despite the nagging worry that drags her thoughts time and time again to her growing unborn.
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