[open] a tall ship and a star to steer her by

[Oceane]

Oceane chases the sunrise, her blue-gray wings thrust wide to catch the autumn's morning thermals beneath the weight of her opalescent frame. Beqanna slips below silently as she coasts, the season's icy chill exacerbated by her altitude to form cloudy white puffs with each exerted exhale.

The woman casts her gilded gaze on the horizon, where warm pastels fight to push away the cusp of the night's earlier darkness. And just as the sun begins to unclothe itself, shedding mountain peaks and leafy boughs, it casts its golden light upon the balefire that is Ocean's turquoise countenance.

The luminosity that radiates from her reflects flickering, uneven splashes of light against the treetops as her extended wings adjust to carry her closer to the earth. The scent of petrichor coaxes the flaring of her nostrils as slowly, gracefully she descends further towards Beqanna until finally her hooves connect with the frost-hardened ground. The thundering of Oceane's dark purple hooves is fleeting as she spreads her wingtips to slow the momentum of her landing, her amber eyes lifting away from soil beneath her to drink in her first view of Loess, a land promised by Castile to hold much of interest.

Pulling her opalescent wings to cradle her sleek and muscled sides, Oceane takes a quiet moment to view her surroundings. A conglomeration of tropical ferns and hardy salt-brush dot the landscape, drawing an interested hum from the depths of her throat. In the near distance, the mountain that had previously blanketed the sunrise stretches impressively into the blood orange sky.

She pauses here, reminded of the sunset-colored mare she'd seen in the field just before being gifted with the moths who were Blu, Ruinam, and Castile. "Blessed by the sun," she whispers, a small grin finding the corners of her mouth at the feeling of coming full circle.

Oceane

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