12-29-2019, 03:34 PM
O C E A N E
Hath in her veins,
to beat and run,
the glad indomitable sea,
the strong white sun.
to beat and run,
the glad indomitable sea,
the strong white sun.
"You came."
Oceane greets the scarred man with some combination of surprise and pleasure; she had not expected for him to follow her the day she'd watched him stare down that trodden path in the Field, though - truth be told - she had not invited him outright, anyway. But to see him here is intriguing. It tugs at coiled theories in her mind as she comes to stand before him, all weaving tales of why Soran had decided to forsake the perfectly good path he'd originally found to find her here in the foothills.
The dappled grey has found her today at the edge of a small hot springs, nearer to Loess' interior than its border. Autumn's quick advance toward winter has turned the opalescent woman into a homebody, and now that she has settled into an increased comfortability with her current condition - namely, the child who grows within her - Oceane has quietly taken to a slow meander of Loess for what she could deem to be the safest place for her to deliver the aforementioned fledgling.
"I didn't expect to see you again," she says truthfully, though her tone and inflection are not unkind. There's a brief pause before she speaks again, where her amber eyes move to the scenery behind the taller man to search for any indication of the woman Desire and her beacon-like wings nestle tight to her sides, "What is it that brings you to Loess today?" It was adventure that had brought Oceane here a year ago, promised to her by Castile. She has not been disappointed thus far - but does Soran seek the same?
A safe harbor to dock can also be offered, or even just a friendly conversation if it's loneliness he seeks to discard. But Oceane is not here to assume his intentions, and so watches the dappled man with curiosity as she awaits his reply.
@[Soran] | "WORDS"
Oceane greets the scarred man with some combination of surprise and pleasure; she had not expected for him to follow her the day she'd watched him stare down that trodden path in the Field, though - truth be told - she had not invited him outright, anyway. But to see him here is intriguing. It tugs at coiled theories in her mind as she comes to stand before him, all weaving tales of why Soran had decided to forsake the perfectly good path he'd originally found to find her here in the foothills.
The dappled grey has found her today at the edge of a small hot springs, nearer to Loess' interior than its border. Autumn's quick advance toward winter has turned the opalescent woman into a homebody, and now that she has settled into an increased comfortability with her current condition - namely, the child who grows within her - Oceane has quietly taken to a slow meander of Loess for what she could deem to be the safest place for her to deliver the aforementioned fledgling.
"I didn't expect to see you again," she says truthfully, though her tone and inflection are not unkind. There's a brief pause before she speaks again, where her amber eyes move to the scenery behind the taller man to search for any indication of the woman Desire and her beacon-like wings nestle tight to her sides, "What is it that brings you to Loess today?" It was adventure that had brought Oceane here a year ago, promised to her by Castile. She has not been disappointed thus far - but does Soran seek the same?
A safe harbor to dock can also be offered, or even just a friendly conversation if it's loneliness he seeks to discard. But Oceane is not here to assume his intentions, and so watches the dappled man with curiosity as she awaits his reply.
neamrel / thedayofshadow
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