12-05-2020, 09:45 PM
a little white light in a
sea gone black
sea gone black
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Oceane awakens with the sunrise. It moves over the peaks of Hyaline, leaving them silhouetted in the opulence of a pastel sky. The Queen of the South watches this procession intently from the heart of Loess, though her mind is not on the beauty of it but the plans that have begun to unfold secretly in her mind. She considers waking Soran to discuss her intentions with him, but decides the scar-eyed man deserves his sleep. The bulk of the crown's responsibilities had fallen on him over the recent weeks, but now that the invisibility thrust upon her by the Fairies has faded she immediately took to her duties once more.
Steam from the hot spring rises before her as she leisurely chews a prickly pear. For a moment, albeit a brief one, Oceane's thoughts turn to Lepis and Castile and the legacy they both left behind. Her heart, still pink with its new scar, aches for the absence of her best friend, but enough time has come and gone now that she can think back on Castile warmly without feeling upset at his sudden exodus. Perhaps in time she will bring Loess to a new golden age, similar to the one she'd been greeted by when she first found her escape and settled in Beqanna. Better, even.
A cool squall accosts her from the south and Oceane turns to face it, pleased that the past weeks' heavy heat might just break today. Tentatively, however, the opalescent woman looks back over her shoulder at the familiar ridges of the Hyaline mountains and wonders if she should patrol their shared border again today. She could walk it in her sleep now, if needed. The thermals, too, feel familiar when she flies over the sandstone ridges.
Ultimately, she decides to move towards the south with the silent reassurance that she can take flight and make it to the northeastern border in just a few minutes time if the need arises. But she has become obsessive and it's time to let her mind rest.
If ever there was a day Oceane expected Nau-Aib to rise from her past, today was not it. Years ago, perhaps, but not now. Many months have come and gone since the opalescent woman even allowed the desert kingdom or its arithmancers a passing thought. But here, in flesh and blood, as she happens upon a copse of thin-trunked mesquite trees, stands a ghost of her past.
“Iolite?”
Steam from the hot spring rises before her as she leisurely chews a prickly pear. For a moment, albeit a brief one, Oceane's thoughts turn to Lepis and Castile and the legacy they both left behind. Her heart, still pink with its new scar, aches for the absence of her best friend, but enough time has come and gone now that she can think back on Castile warmly without feeling upset at his sudden exodus. Perhaps in time she will bring Loess to a new golden age, similar to the one she'd been greeted by when she first found her escape and settled in Beqanna. Better, even.
A cool squall accosts her from the south and Oceane turns to face it, pleased that the past weeks' heavy heat might just break today. Tentatively, however, the opalescent woman looks back over her shoulder at the familiar ridges of the Hyaline mountains and wonders if she should patrol their shared border again today. She could walk it in her sleep now, if needed. The thermals, too, feel familiar when she flies over the sandstone ridges.
Ultimately, she decides to move towards the south with the silent reassurance that she can take flight and make it to the northeastern border in just a few minutes time if the need arises. But she has become obsessive and it's time to let her mind rest.
If ever there was a day Oceane expected Nau-Aib to rise from her past, today was not it. Years ago, perhaps, but not now. Many months have come and gone since the opalescent woman even allowed the desert kingdom or its arithmancers a passing thought. But here, in flesh and blood, as she happens upon a copse of thin-trunked mesquite trees, stands a ghost of her past.
“Iolite?”
@[Iolite]
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