[private] we were the first that ever burst into that silent sea

[Oceane]

the fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, the furrow followed free;
we were the first that ever burst into that silent sea.

Oceane had learned as a child that there were a few topics of conversation that should not be breached unless done so by the bearer of those things one should not ask about: scars, deformities, the identity of a child's father. Though this knowledge of what one should and shouldn't do has never stopped her and her affinity for curiosity, the opaline woman knows from the moment her warm amber eyes graze the scars painted across Lepis' hide that they are a topic she will not be examining.

Though certainly not because of a lack of desire to do so.

She is distracted soon, though, by the lingering scent of Lepis' lunch. The prickly pears that grow within the confines of Loess are one of Oceane's favored treats, too, and she has begun to crave them more often as she nears the end of her pregnancy.

Another bout of winter wind brushes the scent away and tangles her lavender mane despite the barrier she has tried to conceive from the sandstone boulder. Her amber gaze is obstructed momentarily as strands of forelock assault her view; by the time she has tossed them back over her poll and around her fluttering ears, Lepis' expression has softened somewhat. Though she could be imagining it.

"And you, Lepis," she adds politely before offering an amused grin at the blue and gold pegasi. "Please," she pivots to face the same direction as Lepis, "I've always quite enjoyed fruit, though this pregnancy has me craving them more and more often." It's an off-handed confession, one that she hadn't truly meant to slip — she has always been private in personal matters, even more so with her pregnancies, but she calms herself with the knowledge that Castile considers the woman currently leading her to the northern canyon to be one of his closest friends.

And so she sighs, allowing herself to be comforted by the companionship, and falls into step beside the dun. "How are you enjoying your return to Loess?"

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
@[Lepis]
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