sea gone black
She flies as high as she can aside the Mountain until alighting upon a small plateau; pieces of shale skitter away beneath her turquoise hooves but otherwise the footing is safe. She ventures further, feathered wings pulled tight against her opalescent body in hopes to warm herself in the crisp mountain air. Meltwater and mud slip by her hooves as she continues higher and she silently curses the early weeks of spring.
Upon reaching the peak, Oceane gazes at the view it affords her. She's winded, lungs heaving, and though she feels rather foolish she speaks her wishes into the air before hoping, with the highest of hopes, for an answer:
“Five times in just as many years, Loess has been targeted by Pangea. Whether it be our residents or our land itself, the foothills haven't been afforded enough time to heal and to grow. Revenge isn't an option when all of our energy is exhausted on survival. Please, help us find a way to regrow.”
She pauses to keep her voice from pleading and then adds:
“Help me help Loess and those who call it home.”
Oceane is asking for a way to protect Loess.
and all i ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by