04-12-2022, 10:14 AM
a little white light in a
sea gone black
sea gone black
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When Ledger doesn’t immediately wake at her urging, worry blooms within her. Though he looks fine physically at close inspection, Oceane knows that there could be any number of unseen things that could be wreaking havoc inside him. She first suspects frostbite or hypothermia, but that is quickly dismissed – Ledger is too much polar bear to allow for his equine frame to suffer something so easily avoidable for a thick-furred ursine. Oceane nudges his palomino cheek again, her own breath bated until finally his good eye flutters open. Despite the circumstances, a wide smile breaks the hardness of her face and the former Sylvan sovereign expels her relief in a quiet sigh. The same emotions that had run their course across Oceane’s opaline face now play across Ledger’s and she nickers quietly in understanding, but otherwise remains silent to allow him a moment to catch his bearings.
Her mate’s shift to bear is sudden but not unexpected. She has long since grown used to the natural way his body morphs from prey to predator and, while her golden eyes still linger appreciatively on his whetted teeth and impressive claws, her heart no longer beats itself into an instinctual fear response at the ursine’s close presence. She knows, both in her heart and on a more animalistic level, that she is nothing but safe in Ledger’s arms.
“Yes, love,” she tells him gently as his massive paw strokes the contours of her face, “I’m okay. Are you?” Her own inquiry is met with a low rumble. It emanates from deep in his chest and their close proximity causes a vibration in Oceane as she nestles against him on the ice floe. She knows exactly where his thoughts have gone as his eyes rove the sea around them, frantic for some indication of land upon the horizon. “We will find them,” she whispers into his rounded ear, trying her best to reassure him without allowing her own voice to hitch.
Their icy raft bobs on the waters and Oceane turns her eyes to the sky as Ledger searches for solutions. She nickers at him, a quiet giggle bubbling from her lips as she offers him a gentle nudge. “How about I find the nearest land, and then you can wish us to shore?” She pulls herself from his embrace and shivers instantly at the biting arctic air as she unfurls her feathered wings. “As long as these still work, anyway.” Taking flight from the small ice floe requires more strength than she had anticipated, but after a few mighty beats of her expansive wings, the lavender and turquoise Genie is airborne. She coasts in one sweeping circle around the ice raft that now only houses Ledger before rising and rising into the air, her golden eyes surveying the ocean and beyond.
Thankfully, it only takes her a few minutes of flying to the east to spot the shore of an icy isle. Though perhaps not the most welcoming climate-wise, she supposes that it’s their best option - who knows how weak her magic is now that it has been dormant for such a long time. They best not chance a magical journey any longer than necessary.
Finding her way back to Ledger, she offers an airborne smile full of glee and fatigue as she glides around him in the air, uncertain of whether or not she should chance landing on their raft. “Wish us to the island to the east, my love,” she calls over the flap of her wings, the heady anticipation of her blossoming magic bringing a bright gleam to her molten eyes.
@Ledger
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Her mate’s shift to bear is sudden but not unexpected. She has long since grown used to the natural way his body morphs from prey to predator and, while her golden eyes still linger appreciatively on his whetted teeth and impressive claws, her heart no longer beats itself into an instinctual fear response at the ursine’s close presence. She knows, both in her heart and on a more animalistic level, that she is nothing but safe in Ledger’s arms.
“Yes, love,” she tells him gently as his massive paw strokes the contours of her face, “I’m okay. Are you?” Her own inquiry is met with a low rumble. It emanates from deep in his chest and their close proximity causes a vibration in Oceane as she nestles against him on the ice floe. She knows exactly where his thoughts have gone as his eyes rove the sea around them, frantic for some indication of land upon the horizon. “We will find them,” she whispers into his rounded ear, trying her best to reassure him without allowing her own voice to hitch.
Their icy raft bobs on the waters and Oceane turns her eyes to the sky as Ledger searches for solutions. She nickers at him, a quiet giggle bubbling from her lips as she offers him a gentle nudge. “How about I find the nearest land, and then you can wish us to shore?” She pulls herself from his embrace and shivers instantly at the biting arctic air as she unfurls her feathered wings. “As long as these still work, anyway.” Taking flight from the small ice floe requires more strength than she had anticipated, but after a few mighty beats of her expansive wings, the lavender and turquoise Genie is airborne. She coasts in one sweeping circle around the ice raft that now only houses Ledger before rising and rising into the air, her golden eyes surveying the ocean and beyond.
Thankfully, it only takes her a few minutes of flying to the east to spot the shore of an icy isle. Though perhaps not the most welcoming climate-wise, she supposes that it’s their best option - who knows how weak her magic is now that it has been dormant for such a long time. They best not chance a magical journey any longer than necessary.
Finding her way back to Ledger, she offers an airborne smile full of glee and fatigue as she glides around him in the air, uncertain of whether or not she should chance landing on their raft. “Wish us to the island to the east, my love,” she calls over the flap of her wings, the heady anticipation of her blossoming magic bringing a bright gleam to her molten eyes.
@Ledger
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