01-10-2021, 06:49 PM
oceane
a little white light
in a sea gone black
in a sea gone black
Rarely has Oceane ventured away from the hot springs now that the perpetual Darkness and winter have joined hand-in-hand. Loess is an unforgiving land when the icy seasonal winds whip over its foothills and through its northern canyon; even less so now that they do not have a low-hanging winter's sun to warm them during the day.
The obsidian viper that had agreed to be her eyes in the Darkness rests at her side again, coiled at the edge of the steaming water. She tells him that today is the day they journey to the eastern border of Loess in anticipation of an arrival and offers him a ride on her back ─ both to keep him warm, and to hurry the trek as much as possible. When the serpent agrees, Oceane lowers herself to her knees at the edge of the springs and allows the black creature to slither up her leg and shoulder, and then to finally nestle just behind her withers and between her feathered wings.
His infrared sight guides Oceane as they head in the direction of the eastern border. The going is slow, but she has long since learned the contours of her beloved Loessian foothills, and finds eventually that they've settled into a nice rhythm. When finally she knows they've gone as far as her kingdom's edge, the unlikely duo sit and wait in the cold winter darkness.
Finally, after what feels like hours, the serpent upon her back indicates that another winged horse approaches.
It's one year later, but Oceane immediately recognizes the scent of the man who'd offered his condolences to her after Lepis' passing and then departed for the Alliance to represent their home.
“Tarian,” she greets him warmly, “Welcome home.”
The obsidian viper that had agreed to be her eyes in the Darkness rests at her side again, coiled at the edge of the steaming water. She tells him that today is the day they journey to the eastern border of Loess in anticipation of an arrival and offers him a ride on her back ─ both to keep him warm, and to hurry the trek as much as possible. When the serpent agrees, Oceane lowers herself to her knees at the edge of the springs and allows the black creature to slither up her leg and shoulder, and then to finally nestle just behind her withers and between her feathered wings.
His infrared sight guides Oceane as they head in the direction of the eastern border. The going is slow, but she has long since learned the contours of her beloved Loessian foothills, and finds eventually that they've settled into a nice rhythm. When finally she knows they've gone as far as her kingdom's edge, the unlikely duo sit and wait in the cold winter darkness.
Finally, after what feels like hours, the serpent upon her back indicates that another winged horse approaches.
It's one year later, but Oceane immediately recognizes the scent of the man who'd offered his condolences to her after Lepis' passing and then departed for the Alliance to represent their home.
“Tarian,” she greets him warmly, “Welcome home.”
@[Tarian]
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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