04-20-2021, 03:50 PM
a little white light in a
sea gone black
sea gone black
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In the handful of days that followed her encounter in the Meadow with the troubled Ledger, Oceane had tried her very best to keep him from her mind. Unfortunately, this proved difficult ─ Loess, usually quiet, seemed quieter. Emptier. She had sent Fiorina to speak with Sabra in Sylva, and Tarian had gone to investigate how Noah was handling the Pampas, leaving Oceane alone to meander among the foothills and canyons to see who she could find within her kingdom’s confines. Beyond that, the continued absence of Soran and Altum seemed fresher and more painful after having felt the unexpected chemistry she shared with the flaxen chestnut stranger.
When finally Oceane concedes to her thoughts and Tarian has returned to protect the foothills, she makes the decision to visit the Meadow again with the intention of checking on Ledger’s wellbeing. But the willow beneath which he stood swayed its boughs in solitary and, while there were others around this time she could ask, they all seemed distracted and giddy with the prospect of new adventure. With a bit of luck, the Loessian Queen was able to find the robin she’d interacted with on her last visit to the Meadow, and with a bit of coaxing the avian informed Oceane of Ledger’s dive through the mysterious portal.
Had it not been for the handful of others she encountered on her way to find the strange, roiling bit of magic, she would have flown her way back to Loess and avoided the mess altogether.
But instead, her bright amber eyes watched with fearful curiosity as strangers step their way through the portal, some without hesitation entirely. The existence of this magical gateway before her forces memories of Nau-Aib to rise, sudden and unwanted, to the forefront of her mind for the first time in years. Her heart pounds rapidly at the inside of her chest and her amber eyes, usually calm and warm, grow wide with panic at the thought of one of Nau-Aib’s arithmancers finding their way through.
She’s accidentally bumped through the portal when a collection of yearlings bound around her and through; her bluebell hooves stumble and suddenly she is through and surrounded by falling snow. The appearance of Icicle Isle does little to settle the icy consternation that grips her now as her eyes, flighty and wide, skip about the immediate area to ensure that the scene before her ─ beautiful and snowy and lively ─ is not a farce created by the magicians of her past.
Only when her frightened gaze collides with the frame of an ivory polar bear caught in repose, his back pressed happily against the curve of a snowdrift, does Oceane find it in her to settle herself ever so slightly. It feels surreal to see such a creature in the midst of cheerful partygoers, and she focuses on him further as a distraction from her panic. Slowly it subsides, but her efforts to reach the bear with her zoolingualism are unfruitful, and with tentative steps the balefire woman moves closer to him with curiosity and confusion.
He turns his massive white head ever so slightly and Oceane stops in her tracks as she snakes her head forward with squinted amber eyes and the hint of a smile on her lips. “Ledger?” she whispers to the one-eyed beast, voice still tight at the memories of Nau-Aib, but now flecked with incredulity at the happenstance of today’s events.
When finally Oceane concedes to her thoughts and Tarian has returned to protect the foothills, she makes the decision to visit the Meadow again with the intention of checking on Ledger’s wellbeing. But the willow beneath which he stood swayed its boughs in solitary and, while there were others around this time she could ask, they all seemed distracted and giddy with the prospect of new adventure. With a bit of luck, the Loessian Queen was able to find the robin she’d interacted with on her last visit to the Meadow, and with a bit of coaxing the avian informed Oceane of Ledger’s dive through the mysterious portal.
Had it not been for the handful of others she encountered on her way to find the strange, roiling bit of magic, she would have flown her way back to Loess and avoided the mess altogether.
But instead, her bright amber eyes watched with fearful curiosity as strangers step their way through the portal, some without hesitation entirely. The existence of this magical gateway before her forces memories of Nau-Aib to rise, sudden and unwanted, to the forefront of her mind for the first time in years. Her heart pounds rapidly at the inside of her chest and her amber eyes, usually calm and warm, grow wide with panic at the thought of one of Nau-Aib’s arithmancers finding their way through.
She’s accidentally bumped through the portal when a collection of yearlings bound around her and through; her bluebell hooves stumble and suddenly she is through and surrounded by falling snow. The appearance of Icicle Isle does little to settle the icy consternation that grips her now as her eyes, flighty and wide, skip about the immediate area to ensure that the scene before her ─ beautiful and snowy and lively ─ is not a farce created by the magicians of her past.
Only when her frightened gaze collides with the frame of an ivory polar bear caught in repose, his back pressed happily against the curve of a snowdrift, does Oceane find it in her to settle herself ever so slightly. It feels surreal to see such a creature in the midst of cheerful partygoers, and she focuses on him further as a distraction from her panic. Slowly it subsides, but her efforts to reach the bear with her zoolingualism are unfruitful, and with tentative steps the balefire woman moves closer to him with curiosity and confusion.
He turns his massive white head ever so slightly and Oceane stops in her tracks as she snakes her head forward with squinted amber eyes and the hint of a smile on her lips. “Ledger?” she whispers to the one-eyed beast, voice still tight at the memories of Nau-Aib, but now flecked with incredulity at the happenstance of today’s events.
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@[Leilan] & @[Ledger]
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@[Leilan] & @[Ledger]
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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