09-12-2020, 06:04 PM
a little white light in a
sea gone black
sea gone black
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There would have been hardly a minute of lost sleep between them had their conversation concluded there. As Oceane prepares herself to leave and rustles the feathered appendages that rest against her sides, her gilded eyes notice the sudden shift in her new acquaintance. She pivots slightly to leave, though hesitantly, and finds that perhaps there is hope for their conversation after all.
She remains poised for departure but does not yet take that first step, instead swiveling a singular ear in the xenomorph's direction before nodding in affirmation ─ and then, remembering ─ “Yes.” Born with the ability to fly, the extremities that allow her to do just that have not felt like special things to her for quite some time. They simply exist, and sometimes, when they are not in use, she even forgets she possesses them.
But the woman's second question ─ there is weight to that one. Genuine curiosity exists within the confines of inquiry and Oceane wonders if it is something the woman has dreamt of for some time. “Freeing,” she finally says as a small smile twists at the corners of her mouth. She had escaped from the deserts of Nau-Aib with her wings, had taken to the skies and never looked back. “To be able to leave─” She stops herself from continuing at the threat of sounding cliche. “It's exciting. And sometimes it feels forbidden to be able to view everything from that far above the ground, which makes it even better.”
She snorts quietly in amusement before falling silent for a few moments, her curious eyes watching the fire-wielding woman before her.
“What is your name?”
She remains poised for departure but does not yet take that first step, instead swiveling a singular ear in the xenomorph's direction before nodding in affirmation ─ and then, remembering ─ “Yes.” Born with the ability to fly, the extremities that allow her to do just that have not felt like special things to her for quite some time. They simply exist, and sometimes, when they are not in use, she even forgets she possesses them.
But the woman's second question ─ there is weight to that one. Genuine curiosity exists within the confines of inquiry and Oceane wonders if it is something the woman has dreamt of for some time. “Freeing,” she finally says as a small smile twists at the corners of her mouth. She had escaped from the deserts of Nau-Aib with her wings, had taken to the skies and never looked back. “To be able to leave─” She stops herself from continuing at the threat of sounding cliche. “It's exciting. And sometimes it feels forbidden to be able to view everything from that far above the ground, which makes it even better.”
She snorts quietly in amusement before falling silent for a few moments, her curious eyes watching the fire-wielding woman before her.
“What is your name?”
@[Fiorina]
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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