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.
Pangea.
The name, whispered so easily by Alcinder, had drawn a small tremble across Oceane's pursed lavender lips. Her little winged boy, barely over half-a-year now, had lived captive in a territory she had yet to lay her own eyes upon and had ─ thankfully, blessedly ─ found his way home on a whim and wisdom. Gone was the anguish of the unknown: had he been injured... tortured?... killed? Now, in its place, sits a marriage of rage and relief.
And, in the background, a mistress named Curiosity.
She had placed a gentle parting kiss upon her son's crest and left him in the capable wings (and talons) of Lepis and Castile, respectively, before following the eastern winds. She uses autumn's thermals to keep her afloat as she meanders, airborne, first above the crystal clear lake of Hyaline and then over the mountains that stand like silent sentinels at its border, and then, finally, over the red and yellow sandstone canyons of Pangea. Oceane is struck suddenly, oddly, by the way it reminds her of the canyon den in northern Loess she had made her den. Perhaps Alcinder had been more comfortable here than she had been able to imagine, and that brings the winged woman closure.
Despite this, anger and curiosity fuel her still, and both refuse to be kept at bay. So she alights near the center of the territory, her lavender hooves falling on hardened sandstone and her wide opalescent wings send specks of light skittering against the rock. It smells of dust, hot and dry, and she sneezes as she pulls her feathered appendages into her sides. With a small wiggle of her nose, the Loessian Lady peers around the open canyon around her, intrigue showing in her hardened amber eyes, as she awaits for someone to happen upon her here.
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The name, whispered so easily by Alcinder, had drawn a small tremble across Oceane's pursed lavender lips. Her little winged boy, barely over half-a-year now, had lived captive in a territory she had yet to lay her own eyes upon and had ─ thankfully, blessedly ─ found his way home on a whim and wisdom. Gone was the anguish of the unknown: had he been injured... tortured?... killed? Now, in its place, sits a marriage of rage and relief.
And, in the background, a mistress named Curiosity.
She had placed a gentle parting kiss upon her son's crest and left him in the capable wings (and talons) of Lepis and Castile, respectively, before following the eastern winds. She uses autumn's thermals to keep her afloat as she meanders, airborne, first above the crystal clear lake of Hyaline and then over the mountains that stand like silent sentinels at its border, and then, finally, over the red and yellow sandstone canyons of Pangea. Oceane is struck suddenly, oddly, by the way it reminds her of the canyon den in northern Loess she had made her den. Perhaps Alcinder had been more comfortable here than she had been able to imagine, and that brings the winged woman closure.
Despite this, anger and curiosity fuel her still, and both refuse to be kept at bay. So she alights near the center of the territory, her lavender hooves falling on hardened sandstone and her wide opalescent wings send specks of light skittering against the rock. It smells of dust, hot and dry, and she sneezes as she pulls her feathered appendages into her sides. With a small wiggle of her nose, the Loessian Lady peers around the open canyon around her, intrigue showing in her hardened amber eyes, as she awaits for someone to happen upon her here.
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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