[open] to the lonely sea and sky

[Oceane]

Though it has never been a desire of Oceane's to be the iridescent flame that draws fluttering moths ever nearer, she has been just that time and time again. She has learned to use it to her advantage, to pick at the frayed strings of knowledge until they let loose from the spooled tongues of her pursuers. She would have intended to use this habit with the intricately designed brindle dun - her gaze falls away from the sunset mare, who has lazily meandered further across the field - were it not for the inquiry that falls from his lips. He is just as lost as she, and this prompts a brief pursing of her lips.

His fluttering and her flame swiftly attract two other moths, and Oceane finds her amber gaze being drawn with intrigue to them. One comes with a smile - warm, bright. The other, a mischievous glint. It's this one, the last of the moths, who finally tells her where she is. The name Beqanna draws no reaction from her, no melancholic twinge or promise of a bright future. Oceane finds her detachment to it pleasing, her only tie to this new world her own desire to learn what lies beneath its surface. She rustles her opalescent wings, settling them more comfortably against the gentle curves of her abdomen.

"Castile," she repeats to the painted one, measured and slow. Where mischief had briefly flashed in his eyes lies a dullness now, perhaps boredom with the mundane. To this, Oceane can relate. "I am Oceane," she tells the three of them, though the names of the first two moths are still unknown, "And I've come to seek adventure."

Oceane

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@[Gale] @[Ruinam] @[Castile] || "speech"