04-25-2020, 05:41 PM
oceane
with tremulous cadence slow, and bring
the eternal note of sadness in
the eternal note of sadness in
Oceane's smile widens at the mention of Aquaria. She had missed the finned woman dearly during her time in Pangea, and had worried for quite some time that she would be able to make it back to Ischia safely with her two boys. To hear that they had remained in Loess long after her own disappearance in order to offer familial support to Alcinder brings her heart nearly to bursting.
Never worry that he's been alone.
With a tight throat, the opalescent woman turns her head and nudges Lepis' neck gently. Words fail her, refusing to exit as she fights with the burning in her lungs and in her amber eyes. She hopes that her physical affection will be enough for the friend at her side to understand just how grateful Oceane is. There is much that she is sorry she has missed, but the time she had spent away from her son that they could have been bonding makes every other reason seem nonexistent.
The pegasi is almost thankful when Lepis allows the conversation to shift away from her son. It will do her no good to dwell on lost time now ─ she can do that later, in the company of her son or after he has nestled beside her to sleep for the evening. She allows her attention to be pulled entirely away from the boy, to the politics of it all ─ Castile. Rebelle. Dracarys.
Nerine. Loess.
The names turn over in her head, and all the while Oceane nibbles pensively at her inner cheek. She makes the decision that she will seek out Leilan ─ and though she considers seeking out Dracarys, the opaline woman can't help but think that it may be best for her to approach the ice-dragon as a friend first and a Loessian diplomat second. He had been there for her, and for Alcinder, in a most trying time; he had not marched into Loess beneath the cloak of politics or the trumpets of formality, and neither would she.
The northern foothills and their whistling winds go largely unnoticed as she shares her hopes with Lepis. An uncertain glance, one from the corner of her amber eye to catch the tail-end of the Regent's somber smile, passes from her to Lepis ─
But death is the only thing that will wrest Loess from me this time.
She opens her mouth to offer explanation, that she does not mean to take from Lepis but to give more to Loess ─ she is too quick, though, to jump to conclusions, and allows herself to settle as the blue-and-gold pegasi spins her a long and fantastical story. She listens eagerly, finding comfort in the admissions that Lepis offers her and solace in the fact that her own hopes have not been misinterpreted.
"And yet," Oceane says with a sad smile as they finally come to stop at their destination, "The throne of Loess will feel like a consolation prize if it means I will not have my dearest friend." Her amber eyes search Lepis' before she reaches out with a soft muzzle and presses it to her golden cheek. The Regent's plan, while sound, seems to mean certain death ─ and that is simply not acceptable through Oceane's eyes. "I know that a good politician never makes promises, but I need you to promise me that you will be okay."
Never worry that he's been alone.
With a tight throat, the opalescent woman turns her head and nudges Lepis' neck gently. Words fail her, refusing to exit as she fights with the burning in her lungs and in her amber eyes. She hopes that her physical affection will be enough for the friend at her side to understand just how grateful Oceane is. There is much that she is sorry she has missed, but the time she had spent away from her son that they could have been bonding makes every other reason seem nonexistent.
The pegasi is almost thankful when Lepis allows the conversation to shift away from her son. It will do her no good to dwell on lost time now ─ she can do that later, in the company of her son or after he has nestled beside her to sleep for the evening. She allows her attention to be pulled entirely away from the boy, to the politics of it all ─ Castile. Rebelle. Dracarys.
Nerine. Loess.
The names turn over in her head, and all the while Oceane nibbles pensively at her inner cheek. She makes the decision that she will seek out Leilan ─ and though she considers seeking out Dracarys, the opaline woman can't help but think that it may be best for her to approach the ice-dragon as a friend first and a Loessian diplomat second. He had been there for her, and for Alcinder, in a most trying time; he had not marched into Loess beneath the cloak of politics or the trumpets of formality, and neither would she.
The northern foothills and their whistling winds go largely unnoticed as she shares her hopes with Lepis. An uncertain glance, one from the corner of her amber eye to catch the tail-end of the Regent's somber smile, passes from her to Lepis ─
But death is the only thing that will wrest Loess from me this time.
She opens her mouth to offer explanation, that she does not mean to take from Lepis but to give more to Loess ─ she is too quick, though, to jump to conclusions, and allows herself to settle as the blue-and-gold pegasi spins her a long and fantastical story. She listens eagerly, finding comfort in the admissions that Lepis offers her and solace in the fact that her own hopes have not been misinterpreted.
"And yet," Oceane says with a sad smile as they finally come to stop at their destination, "The throne of Loess will feel like a consolation prize if it means I will not have my dearest friend." Her amber eyes search Lepis' before she reaches out with a soft muzzle and presses it to her golden cheek. The Regent's plan, while sound, seems to mean certain death ─ and that is simply not acceptable through Oceane's eyes. "I know that a good politician never makes promises, but I need you to promise me that you will be okay."
"@[Lepis]"
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