09-16-2020, 08:07 PM
a little white light in a
sea gone black
sea gone black
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She is all soot and sweat, blood and tears. The sky above Loess had been reduced to smog; it was still in flames when she had left the territory behind her, but there was nothing more she could do for it right now. Nothing more she could do for her people except hope they had made it out of the chaos and to safety. She would let the foothills burn without her presence to lament them, and would hope for rain in the meantime.
It is Spring, after all ─ perhaps the Fairies will gift them with relief.
It's not until she reaches the Field that the smoke in the sky begins to lessen. She is able to inhale her first soot-free breath in hours, and she partakes enthusiastically. Oceane coughs the ash from her lungs and allows her wings to lay wide open as she coasts over the flat meadow. Towards the center, a small pond rests. She continues to cough, the force of each one bringing tears to her eyes, until she stumbles upon landing behind a rabicano stallion.
Oceane sees him turn in reaction to the sound but pays him no immediate attention as she stumbles her way into the cool pond. Ash falls away from her opaline body, drifting on the surface of the water in ringlets away from the Loessian Queen. Her turquoise head dives beneath the surface, filling her mouth and her nostrils and her ears until she raises once more from the basin.
Sobs threaten to grip her chest but she refuses to let them do so ─ not here, not away from the sanctity of her sandstone canyon. Instead she turns in the water until she is facing the shore, allowing her feathered wings to settle against the surface beside her. “Sorry,” she whispers, the singular word raspy, as her gilded eyes collide with the stallion whose trek she had interrupted.
It is Spring, after all ─ perhaps the Fairies will gift them with relief.
It's not until she reaches the Field that the smoke in the sky begins to lessen. She is able to inhale her first soot-free breath in hours, and she partakes enthusiastically. Oceane coughs the ash from her lungs and allows her wings to lay wide open as she coasts over the flat meadow. Towards the center, a small pond rests. She continues to cough, the force of each one bringing tears to her eyes, until she stumbles upon landing behind a rabicano stallion.
Oceane sees him turn in reaction to the sound but pays him no immediate attention as she stumbles her way into the cool pond. Ash falls away from her opaline body, drifting on the surface of the water in ringlets away from the Loessian Queen. Her turquoise head dives beneath the surface, filling her mouth and her nostrils and her ears until she raises once more from the basin.
Sobs threaten to grip her chest but she refuses to let them do so ─ not here, not away from the sanctity of her sandstone canyon. Instead she turns in the water until she is facing the shore, allowing her feathered wings to settle against the surface beside her. “Sorry,” she whispers, the singular word raspy, as her gilded eyes collide with the stallion whose trek she had interrupted.
@[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