05-06-2020, 09:08 PM
oceane
with tremulous cadence slow, and bring
the eternal note of sadness in
the eternal note of sadness in
Alcinder had been surprisingly defiant when Oceane had informed him of their upcoming trip to Icicle Isle ─ abhorrent of the snow herself, the opaline woman was quite understanding when he clarified that he wanted to see Leilan again, just not surrounded by ice. And so it had been with the promise to make a wide-sweeping detour to visit Ischia on their way home, to surprise Aquaria and her boys. Nearly half a year had passed since Oceane had been returned to Loess, which meant it was nearing almost two years since she had the good fortune of seeing her finned friend. And she knew that the space in her heart where her friend existed was perhaps amplified in Alcinder's.
It had been an easy agreement to make.
They journey north, saving their wings until it was time to fly the gap between the cliffs of Nerine and the tundra of the Isle. Side by side, the gleaming mother and son drift on outspread wings over the wintry territory, where regrowth had yet to take hold of the terrain. Oceane had explained the circumstances of their visit during their flight ─ she knew that it would be discussed with Leilan, and she didn't need the boy to be surprised by Castile's actions when the ice-dragon inevitably breached the topic. "Dad did this?" he calls to her over the wind, a frown tugging at his handsome face. Oceane gives him a reassuring smile, "Your father is a good man, Al. Fairy magic is strong, and cannot be fought."
She had explained the concept of predators and prey to him, of predatory instincts and the primal need to hunt, possess, kill ─ he had understood as much as any young boy could, but to see the destruction was still disconcerting. To young Alcinder, a dragon ─ his father ─ had never been something he viewed as dangerous. It is all he had known for the first year of his life.
After their initial airborne inspection, the pair lands courteously at the southern shore of the Isle. Oceane explains diplomacy to Alcinder while they wait, and mentions that even though she considers Leilan a friend ─ and hopefully she, his ─ it's still the most polite course of action to remain at the unseen border to avoid intruding. Oceane whinnies loudly into the crisp, cold air of the Isle, a puffy white cloud in front of her mouth ─ and then they wait for the ice dragon.
It had been an easy agreement to make.
They journey north, saving their wings until it was time to fly the gap between the cliffs of Nerine and the tundra of the Isle. Side by side, the gleaming mother and son drift on outspread wings over the wintry territory, where regrowth had yet to take hold of the terrain. Oceane had explained the circumstances of their visit during their flight ─ she knew that it would be discussed with Leilan, and she didn't need the boy to be surprised by Castile's actions when the ice-dragon inevitably breached the topic. "Dad did this?" he calls to her over the wind, a frown tugging at his handsome face. Oceane gives him a reassuring smile, "Your father is a good man, Al. Fairy magic is strong, and cannot be fought."
She had explained the concept of predators and prey to him, of predatory instincts and the primal need to hunt, possess, kill ─ he had understood as much as any young boy could, but to see the destruction was still disconcerting. To young Alcinder, a dragon ─ his father ─ had never been something he viewed as dangerous. It is all he had known for the first year of his life.
After their initial airborne inspection, the pair lands courteously at the southern shore of the Isle. Oceane explains diplomacy to Alcinder while they wait, and mentions that even though she considers Leilan a friend ─ and hopefully she, his ─ it's still the most polite course of action to remain at the unseen border to avoid intruding. Oceane whinnies loudly into the crisp, cold air of the Isle, a puffy white cloud in front of her mouth ─ and then they wait for the ice dragon.
"@[Leilan]"
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