O C E A N E
Hath in her veins,
to beat and run,
the glad indomitable sea,
the strong white sun.
to beat and run,
the glad indomitable sea,
the strong white sun.
Oceane hadn't intended to leave Loess at all once winter had succumbed to spring. She'd thought carefully and methodically about where she could give birth to her child ─ a son, Ilma had let slip ─ that would guarantee his safety, and it's for this reason that she recognized the depths of Loess as truly her only option. She has Lepis to thank for the tour that carried them into the midst of a private sandstone canyon that the opalescent woman had soon after chosen to reside within, allowing her belly to grow wide and her instincts to nest.
She also has Lepis to thank for the mention of Sochi. The Loessian consort. She who had birthed Castile's children and called him her husband. A woman who the Loessian King had never mentioned or named ─ one whose existence Oceane had never taken the time to inquire about, though the guilt that roils within her will not let this absolve her of any fault.
It's because of this that the lavender pegasi has departed from her canyon sanctum despite the pull she feels to be safe within its walls. She grows anxious as she continues further away from the center of her home and closer to the southeastern border without any indication of the woman she is searching for, but refuses to turn back until she finds her. It's been easy to take her brilliantly feathered wings for granted, and it's only now that Oceane murmurs her frustration beneath her breath that she cannot simply take to the great blue skies and search from above.
When finally she has meandered her way to the Forest, her joints stiff from the distance and the weight of her low-hanging belly, Oceane releases a gentle sigh and comes to rest beside a massive willow. The boughs sweep overhead, reminding her of the smaller version of the same topiary that lives within her Loessian den, and offer her the smallest semblance of comfort as she debates whether or not she should continue further in her search for Sochi.
@[sochi]
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She also has Lepis to thank for the mention of Sochi. The Loessian consort. She who had birthed Castile's children and called him her husband. A woman who the Loessian King had never mentioned or named ─ one whose existence Oceane had never taken the time to inquire about, though the guilt that roils within her will not let this absolve her of any fault.
It's because of this that the lavender pegasi has departed from her canyon sanctum despite the pull she feels to be safe within its walls. She grows anxious as she continues further away from the center of her home and closer to the southeastern border without any indication of the woman she is searching for, but refuses to turn back until she finds her. It's been easy to take her brilliantly feathered wings for granted, and it's only now that Oceane murmurs her frustration beneath her breath that she cannot simply take to the great blue skies and search from above.
When finally she has meandered her way to the Forest, her joints stiff from the distance and the weight of her low-hanging belly, Oceane releases a gentle sigh and comes to rest beside a massive willow. The boughs sweep overhead, reminding her of the smaller version of the same topiary that lives within her Loessian den, and offer her the smallest semblance of comfort as she debates whether or not she should continue further in her search for Sochi.
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neamrel / thedayofshadow
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