for the call of the running tide
By the time Oceane's gaze returns to the parrot's roost, having shifted away for a few moments to the countenances of an unfamiliar brown mare and a familiar Leilan, the two-toned avian has departed. Whether into the dense forest or into the blue sky beyond the pegasi is uncertain, though she thinks with some amount of confidence that she will cross paths with the helpful creature again in the future.
Though the sound of the woman's song had ceased when she'd happened upon the edge of the clearing, the recent memory of it still rings in Oceane's head; the tune had been foreign to her (unsurprising considering her own foreignness) but melodic enough to be used to calm a child who required doting. She wonders, as Leilan chides the nameless mare, if the song is one used often during bedtime for Beqanna's children.
"You haven't interrupted," she tells the woman kindly as her gilded eyes shift to Leilan with something akin to scolding, though it's softened by the amusement in her gaze. "However minor your advice, Leilan, I did heed it." She laughs quietly, allowing his jests to lift her spirits, albeit slightly, before shifting her weight upon the pine needles and rocking her opaline body until she is standing once more.
She purposely refrains from mentioning her conversation with the blue-and-gold parrot, quite uncertain whether or not the feathered creature had actually spoken to her or if she had imagined the whole ordeal. Best not to allow others to question her sanity.
Oceane shakes the needles from her wings, rustling them against her sides nonchalantly as her melted amber gaze returns to the plain - yet pretty - brown mare. "I quite enjoyed your song," she uses the topic to thrust Ivar and Ischia to the back of her mind, "is it a children's lullaby?"
Remembering, a bit later than what would normally be considered polite that she has neglected to introduce herself to the unfamiliar woman, the iridescent pegasi turns a striped neck in her direction and offers a small, yet apologetic, smile. "I am Oceane, and this is my acquaintance, Leilan. I am from Loess and though he will tell you he's not, you could most likely find Leilan in the foothills, as well." She smiles again, pleasantly and warm, as she looks between the two equine who have found her in the forest's smallest clearing. A quiet breeze graces them with its presence, pushing the lingering scent of sea salt from Oceane's wings into her flared nostrils and causing a sudden, but brief, frown across her purple lips.
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