04-30-2021, 09:03 PM
oceane
a little white light
in a sea gone black
in a sea gone black
It has always been easy for Oceane to fall into amiable conversation with Leilan. She remembers clearly the day she had met him in Loess, the way both he and Castile had offered each other skeptical glances; Leilan had been right to be suspicious, but despite his reservations with the former Southern dragon-king, he had still been warm with her.
“I've always been appreciative of the help you've offered in the past, Leilan,” she answers his grin with one of her own, the carefree expression doing wonders for the opaline face that had been furrowed with worry for so long, “But that is one offer I will have to politely decline.” And though she jests, there is truth in her words - Leilan hadn't cut her off, nor had he closed the doors to a friendship with Loess even after Castile had razed his home.
He had even housed and taught her son, whose lingering scent she can still smell in the breeze, though she can hazard a guess that he had inherited his dragon-father's affinity for wandering.
“Well, perhaps if you could teleport them to me. I'd hate for someone to feel obligated to travel all that way for some fruit that will likely grow without help next spring, now that the sun has risen.”
And now, it would seem, he has helped the whole of Beqanna by returning their sun to them. Oceane raises a brow at the ice dragon as his voice speaks directly into her mind, relaying her interest to him but knowing that conversation should wait for another time. She gives no further indication that anything exists beyond the trio's verbal conversation, feigning concentration as Leilan begins to fill her bear companion in on the current state of politics, though her efforts are admittedly on the task of not looking too often in Ledger's direction.
She happens to chance a look at him with inquisitive amber eyes as Leilan tells him her own title before she shuffles her feathered wings and gives a small chuckle in response to the Freyr's quip. She intends to make a joke about fire and ice, though she finds herself distracted at the news he provides them of the East. “Who is your friend, Leilan? It will be nice to have him on my side of the continent.” Though she hadn't spoken with him directly, Oceane has no doubt that news of the South's quarrels with the East had made it out to the Isle.
It never seems to stay quiet for long anyways.
Oh, and she knows it. The reminder causes an uncomfortable itch in her legs and Oceane shifts her weight to rid herself of the restlessness, though the feeling of unease is fleeting as Ledger suddenly catches her off-guard. “Keep the snow to the northern canyons in Loess or we'll have a problem,” she tells him with mock terseness before her lavender lips crack a smile again.
He is an ivory bear again in the blink of an eye, at home in his element. His inquiry prompts some curiosity from the Loessian Queen as well, and she returns her amber gaze to Leilan with some amusement and a promise to catch up in private later, when he was no longer hosting such a large number of guests. “Yes, do you have any recommendations on where we should start?”
“I've always been appreciative of the help you've offered in the past, Leilan,” she answers his grin with one of her own, the carefree expression doing wonders for the opaline face that had been furrowed with worry for so long, “But that is one offer I will have to politely decline.” And though she jests, there is truth in her words - Leilan hadn't cut her off, nor had he closed the doors to a friendship with Loess even after Castile had razed his home.
He had even housed and taught her son, whose lingering scent she can still smell in the breeze, though she can hazard a guess that he had inherited his dragon-father's affinity for wandering.
“Well, perhaps if you could teleport them to me. I'd hate for someone to feel obligated to travel all that way for some fruit that will likely grow without help next spring, now that the sun has risen.”
And now, it would seem, he has helped the whole of Beqanna by returning their sun to them. Oceane raises a brow at the ice dragon as his voice speaks directly into her mind, relaying her interest to him but knowing that conversation should wait for another time. She gives no further indication that anything exists beyond the trio's verbal conversation, feigning concentration as Leilan begins to fill her bear companion in on the current state of politics, though her efforts are admittedly on the task of not looking too often in Ledger's direction.
She happens to chance a look at him with inquisitive amber eyes as Leilan tells him her own title before she shuffles her feathered wings and gives a small chuckle in response to the Freyr's quip. She intends to make a joke about fire and ice, though she finds herself distracted at the news he provides them of the East. “Who is your friend, Leilan? It will be nice to have him on my side of the continent.” Though she hadn't spoken with him directly, Oceane has no doubt that news of the South's quarrels with the East had made it out to the Isle.
It never seems to stay quiet for long anyways.
Oh, and she knows it. The reminder causes an uncomfortable itch in her legs and Oceane shifts her weight to rid herself of the restlessness, though the feeling of unease is fleeting as Ledger suddenly catches her off-guard. “Keep the snow to the northern canyons in Loess or we'll have a problem,” she tells him with mock terseness before her lavender lips crack a smile again.
He is an ivory bear again in the blink of an eye, at home in his element. His inquiry prompts some curiosity from the Loessian Queen as well, and she returns her amber gaze to Leilan with some amusement and a promise to catch up in private later, when he was no longer hosting such a large number of guests. “Yes, do you have any recommendations on where we should start?”
@[Leilan] & @[Ledger]
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