[private] Time cast a spell on you but you won't forget me [Oceane]

[Oceane]

a little white light in a
sea gone black

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The idea that there had been a point in Beqanna’s history that Loess had not been Loess sits uncomfortably with Oceane. The space Castile had invited her into nearly ten years prior to this day, the space he had welcomed her into with the promise of an interesting and exciting life, had provided the opaline woman with the most stability she had ever known ─ and that, unfortunately, includes the tumult caused by Castile and his spectacular departure. The thought of her beloved canyons and foothills being anything different is unsettling, but she doesn’t linger in this space for long despite wanting to ask more about what could have been there before Loess ─ not when Ledger, charming and humorous as he has proven to be, has decided that it’s time to excuse her.

His miniscule smirk, the one that develops at her brusque quip, does not go unnoticed by Oceane. It nearly cracks the sharp expression she has swiftly adopted and she fights the urge to grin (a truly uncharacteristic reaction for the Loessian sovereign) in response by swinging her head away from the flaxen stallion to look over her gleaming winged shoulder at, presumably, something interesting that should be in the Meadow behind her. There’s nothing there except struggling grasses and a distant tree line but it does the job, and when her amber gaze returns to Ledger she has composed herself.

When their eyes meet again, he is met with her frown.

An unpredictable condition.

Oceane nods slowly, the lavender tresses of her mane dancing lightly against the curve of her neck as she takes a moment to consider what he has said. She fights against the new desire to be near the man she’d met only just today and bites her tongue against telling him that whatever unpredictable condition he possesses could easily be handled within the foothills of Loess. Because truly ─ could it? Castile rises into her thoughts again, this time in his dragon form.

He had razed the entirety of Icicle Isle and then initiated conflict with the Eastern kingdom, all as the wyvern beast. The predatory nature of his shifted form had overrun anything else he had ever known, and everything he had ever been. Gone was the Castile she had met in the Field, and in his place, she had seen a leather-plated monster. He had left behind Loess and his own yearling, their yearling, and though Oceane had forgiven him long ago, she is reminded of it now as she gazes upon the one-eyed man. If only she knew how close her thoughts were to the secret that Ledger holds.

I doubt your kingdom would want that kind of risk.

She considers this statement for a moment and flicks her tail with agitated thought. Finally, after much internal debate and an unwavering visual inspection of the man, Oceane finds her voice again. “What type of unpredictable condition?”

Meddlesome, direct. “There is space in the northern canyons of Loess that could provide you with an ample amount of privacy,” she tells him matter-of-factly, from her own personal experience, “Perhaps it would be safer for you to deal with your condition there, away from everyone who usually wanders through the common lands.” She thinks of Fiorina and Tarian, her Vanguard Primary and Champion, respectively, and knows she would need to make them aware of Ledger’s presence in the canyons ─ just in case.

“But you will find that I do not beg or coax,” she ends her soliloquy with another rustle of her feathered wings, “So if you feel the need to dismiss me again, I’ll be on my way.”

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@[Ledger]
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