[open] the sun is up, the sky is blue - any

[Beulah]

b e u l a h . Though she’s now had years of practice she’s still not the most graceful when it comes to flying.  Or landing, really.  So she flies a wide circle around the length of the kingdom before settling on a place to land.  She can see the scars from the fires easily from the skies. The sight makes something in her chest twist.  Lala loathes conflict - a pacifist through and through. So the visceral reminder of what has transpired here weighs heavily on her even though the conflict was not one she could lay claim to, though she was certain that there were those in her family affected even though she couldn’t know for sure. To be honest, she has no idea what she’s doing here. Sylva had always had a special place in her heart due to its significance to her family. But its not to Sylva that she returns. She’d spent very little time in Loess.  She’d passed through on the way too and from countless adventures but she’d never really given Loess much thought.  But perhaps now, as adulthood weighed heavily on her shoulders, something beyond her understanding compelled her to come here. Having pre-selected her landing spot the blush pink mare makes her way to the ground as gracefully. Or attempts to, in the very least. She hopes no one sees as she immediately stumbles as her feet find the ground, using her wings in a valiant and futile attempt to steady herself.  But in the span of a few unsteady, scrambling steps she’s reoriented herself to the ground.  She lets out a soft sigh and tucks her wings carefully to her sides.  “Another happy landing,” she mutters, with a small laugh, before turning her attention to her surroundings. daydream believer.

 

[Oceane]

a little white light in a
sea gone black

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Oceane lingers near the heart of Loess, lost in thought and half-submerged in one of the territory’s shallower hot springs. Steam rises around her, obscuring the vast majority of the foothills from her sight. Its haze hides the remaining ugly scars from the previous year’s fire, pressing the uncomfortable reminder away from the Loessian Queen’s mind, if only for a short time. She had asked Noah to come assist in the regrowth of the Southern helm, but not until later in the spring when the ground was soft and supple and ready to receive new foliage.

She feels hopeful at the prospect of this year’s spring ─ Loess had suffered far too much, far more than it had deserved to suffer, since the catalyst of Castile’s downfall. But the Dragon King had been gone for some time, years now, and any wrongdoings of his had been paid for with Lepis’ life ─ some directly, some indirectly.

Now that she has returned from the Mountain, there is only one direction for Oceane to move Loess now, and that is forward. With the help of her allies and those residents who have remained within the foothills despite the turmoil, she feels optimistic. For the first time in countless days, she finds the hint of a smile on her lavender lips and a sense of relief like a warm stone in her chest.

Though that's not to say it will be simple to fix what needs fixing ─ especially now that the fairies have taken away her tangibility and made her invisible. She thinks of Fiorina and the sight they had taken from her, and she holds out hope that both women will regain what has been taken.

A shadow crosses over the springs, prompting the balefire woman to turn her gaze skyward. A pink champagne pegasus glides through the quiet airspace above the foothills, gliding on thermals leisurely and, Oceane can only assume, assessing the ground for the most optimal landing location.

The Loessian Queen is moving from the warm springs before the unfamiliar woman lands and finds her just in time to hear the small bubble of laughter that slips just after her landing. Ears pricked forward with interest, Oceane smiles politely at the blue-eyed mare before remembering that she cannot be seen. She clears her throat audibly, scrapes a hoof against the ground so that the dirt can lit from the ground in a small cloud for the visitor to see.

Oceane allows herself the opportunity to enjoy the new company that has presented itself once she is certain no hints of Pangea cling to her hide.

“Welcome to Loess,” she turns her head to the side, amber eyes inspecting the way the woman's blush pink contrasts the Loessian foothills. “I'm sorry ─ I'm not usually invisible. It was the fairies," she offers with an apologetic tone, hoping that the more she speaks the more likely the woman will be able to ascertain the general vicinity in which she stands. "My name is Oceane. What brings you here today?”

Oceane is invisible until she completes her current quest.

@[Beulah]
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