05-24-2020, 10:56 PM
oceane
with tremulous cadence slow, and bring
the eternal note of sadness in
the eternal note of sadness in
'Storms do not scare me,' she had told him beneath the Loessian nightfall, a promise just for him. One that she did not make lightly. And Soran had stayed, just as he said he would. And he had held her beneath the harvest moon, as he said he would. The next morning, the scar-sluiced stallion had remained in Loess, and Oceane had thanked him quietly, her voice still heavy with sleep. That had been the last time she had felt uncertainty about the future she saw with Soran.
Though she tends to avoid affection, she had no qualms expressing her gratitude.
Oceane's nacreous body didn't outwardly show its condition until late ─ until after she had returned from her visit with Leilan in the midwinter. After she had agreed to leave Alcinder in the care of the ice-dragon for a years time. She trusts the King of Isle and the friendship between them, otherwise she would not have allowed for her prepubescent boy to reside with him, but it did not make it any easier for her to leave without him.
To think that he is old enough not to need her daily was, and still is, a difficult bite to swallow. They, she and Soran, had been distracted soon after ─ not entirely, but in a very big way ─ by the realization that she was heavy with foal.
Oceane had told Soran, in no uncertain terms, that their child would be born in the canyon den to the north of Loess. She had wished it so deeply for Alcinder, only to have the boy born on the forest doorstep of his father's bride.
And that's just where she had birthed him. Beneath the pondside willow.
Entirely spent, the woman grooms her newborn sun with closed amber eyes. She has already memorized him ─ lustrous purple and blue and grey, a shimmer in his mane, his father's eyes. He is perfection.
And upon her lips drift a sleepy smile as Soran's familiar hoof beats draw her eyes open. Oceane watches him wordlessly as he takes in the sight of his new son.
And then ─
"Give him a name," she whispers.
Though she tends to avoid affection, she had no qualms expressing her gratitude.
Oceane's nacreous body didn't outwardly show its condition until late ─ until after she had returned from her visit with Leilan in the midwinter. After she had agreed to leave Alcinder in the care of the ice-dragon for a years time. She trusts the King of Isle and the friendship between them, otherwise she would not have allowed for her prepubescent boy to reside with him, but it did not make it any easier for her to leave without him.
To think that he is old enough not to need her daily was, and still is, a difficult bite to swallow. They, she and Soran, had been distracted soon after ─ not entirely, but in a very big way ─ by the realization that she was heavy with foal.
Oceane had told Soran, in no uncertain terms, that their child would be born in the canyon den to the north of Loess. She had wished it so deeply for Alcinder, only to have the boy born on the forest doorstep of his father's bride.
And that's just where she had birthed him. Beneath the pondside willow.
Entirely spent, the woman grooms her newborn sun with closed amber eyes. She has already memorized him ─ lustrous purple and blue and grey, a shimmer in his mane, his father's eyes. He is perfection.
And upon her lips drift a sleepy smile as Soran's familiar hoof beats draw her eyes open. Oceane watches him wordlessly as he takes in the sight of his new son.
And then ─
"Give him a name," she whispers.
"@[Soran] & Altum! ♥"
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