01-28-2020, 01:20 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.
Oceane nearly ignores Ilma as she calls out for her, unwilling to share a story with a practical stranger that she hadn't even found strength enough to share with Castile yet. But the ivory woman's voice is just the right combination of soft and confident, and it reels the opaline pegasi back into the conversation but only after Ilma mentions the past.
Does she have abilities beyond what she has stated? The Loessian pegasi would not be surprised (not when she, herself, hides the magic abilities that Beqanna's fairies have graced her with), but she achingly hopes that the ambassador truly cannot see into the events of her young adulthood. A shaky breath falls from her maw and, with hesitation, she pivots back around to face Ilma once more. Her worried amber eyes collide with Ilma's green ones and she shakes her head worriedly.
"I can't," her lip quivers and it forces her to pause, making it seem for just a brief moment that she may be refusing Ilma's help, but then ─ "I can't lose another son. Not again." Her heart threatens to beat straight from her chest and her nostrils flare in response to her hyperventilating. Oceane swings her head low to the ground and stomps her hooves with agitation against the hard-packed earth of Loess. She unfurls her wings but, even in her current state, knows that she best not take to the skies and so she simply opens and closes them a few times before trying to settle herself.
"Ilma," she whispers, her voice begging and her molten amber eyes closing, "Will they hurt him?" She doesn't know what the woman can and cannot see, but Oceane cannot bear to think about a future here if there is a chance her son will be harmed.
@[Ilma]
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Does she have abilities beyond what she has stated? The Loessian pegasi would not be surprised (not when she, herself, hides the magic abilities that Beqanna's fairies have graced her with), but she achingly hopes that the ambassador truly cannot see into the events of her young adulthood. A shaky breath falls from her maw and, with hesitation, she pivots back around to face Ilma once more. Her worried amber eyes collide with Ilma's green ones and she shakes her head worriedly.
"I can't," her lip quivers and it forces her to pause, making it seem for just a brief moment that she may be refusing Ilma's help, but then ─ "I can't lose another son. Not again." Her heart threatens to beat straight from her chest and her nostrils flare in response to her hyperventilating. Oceane swings her head low to the ground and stomps her hooves with agitation against the hard-packed earth of Loess. She unfurls her wings but, even in her current state, knows that she best not take to the skies and so she simply opens and closes them a few times before trying to settle herself.
"Ilma," she whispers, her voice begging and her molten amber eyes closing, "Will they hurt him?" She doesn't know what the woman can and cannot see, but Oceane cannot bear to think about a future here if there is a chance her son will be harmed.
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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