12-18-2020, 11:30 AM
a little white light in a
sea gone black
sea gone black
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“I appreciate your apology but this is no fault of yours,” Oceane offers to the rabicano man with a small upwards twitch of her lavender lips. Finian's demeanor softens her slightly. It loosens the tight coil between her shoulders and unbridles the long, low exhale she'd been holding in her chest. At the man's political obseration, she gives him a small nod and an apologetic side-eye. “There's much to learn and, for that, I likely should be the one apologizing to you.” But with a nod of affirmation to his question, both of their gazes turn to the hot springs before them.
He opens up about his past - about the good life he had lived - and Oceane listens politely and with genuine interest. Not often has she heard the tale of the happy traveler; more often than not, swiftly moving hooves were not accompanied by a joyful heart. She thinks of her own story just moments before Finian asks about it and takes a moment to bite at the inside of her cheek as she considers sharing.
“No,” she finally tells him, though her gilded eyes remain on the crystalline basin as she speaks, “Beqanna saved me nearly a decade ago now.” She chuckles under her breath as her gaze turns to the leather-winged stallion beside her, “And despite the current events you've walked into, I'm still happier here than I ever was there.”
She ends there but this is, perhaps, the most she has ever shared with anyone aside from Soran on the subject. It's less of an open wound now and more of a negative reminder, but digging it all up won't do much for her either way. She hums quietly beneath her breath now, contemplating for a moment, before she speaks again.
“Well, here's my offer to you: let your feet find new roads and your eyes new faces while you work to recruit for Loess. I'd love to see this place bustling again, and I'm sure you could charm a few of them into staying.”
He opens up about his past - about the good life he had lived - and Oceane listens politely and with genuine interest. Not often has she heard the tale of the happy traveler; more often than not, swiftly moving hooves were not accompanied by a joyful heart. She thinks of her own story just moments before Finian asks about it and takes a moment to bite at the inside of her cheek as she considers sharing.
“No,” she finally tells him, though her gilded eyes remain on the crystalline basin as she speaks, “Beqanna saved me nearly a decade ago now.” She chuckles under her breath as her gaze turns to the leather-winged stallion beside her, “And despite the current events you've walked into, I'm still happier here than I ever was there.”
She ends there but this is, perhaps, the most she has ever shared with anyone aside from Soran on the subject. It's less of an open wound now and more of a negative reminder, but digging it all up won't do much for her either way. She hums quietly beneath her breath now, contemplating for a moment, before she speaks again.
“Well, here's my offer to you: let your feet find new roads and your eyes new faces while you work to recruit for Loess. I'd love to see this place bustling again, and I'm sure you could charm a few of them into staying.”
@[Finian]
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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