06-26-2021, 02:05 PM
oceane
a little white light
in a sea gone black
in a sea gone black
Though still entirely uncertain how, or when, or why she'd developed an affinity for wish-granting, the Queen of Loess had taken up the task of perfecting it secretly. To grant a wish was a powerful thing, and perhaps the most important aspect was finding it within herself to deny a wish whenever possible. Ever dedicated, Ledger had taken to helping her in this endeavor. Hours spent in their stone grotto and by the creek that runs through Loess so that the waters may drown out the sounds of their voices, the one-eyed stallion would berate her with wish after wish.
Rarely, and with intense concentration, the Genie could resist a wish. She had come to learn that it was much easier looking for a loophole than it was to entirely ignore what it was he wanted. But the long hours and excessive use of her new magic caused bone-aching fatigue, and so after a few days' rest, she decides to fulfill her promise to Obscene and take a visit to the Pampas, though not without informing Tarian, Ledger, and Cheri of her trip. Nevermind that she had promised her Champion she would bring someone along when she took the journey to the South's subsidiary; they'd already had the opportunity to discuss politics with their respective diplomats present. Now she wanted to speak with the Fae Prince one-on-one.
With the acceptance of whatever Genie DNA had decided to mingle with hers came golden strands that now twist around her ankles. They glint in the bright sunlight just as her coat does and tinkle gently as she walks the familiar pathways through her home, heading in the direction of the Pampas. Nerves dance in the pit of her belly at the prospect of speaking with Obscene once again, and this time in the comfort of his own home, but she comes more prepared this time. Ledger and Cheri had spoken with her about what it is a Fae can - and can't do, and the universe had gifted her with her own new art.
She has changed her appearance today, though not in subterfuge. Instead, she has willed into existence a set of double-wings upon her back and the impression of a gilded chaplet around her throat. The combination is regal, both gleaming in the sunlight, and once she is certain she is satisfied with the final touches of her appearance, Oceane tests out another bit of fun she'd recently realized was tied to her magic.
Pop!
Into the Pampas she teleports, I Dream of Genie style, directly into Obscene's periphery. She shakes the odd, tingling sensation of it away and unfurls the double-wings at her sides to stretch the muscles briefly. They flap lazily over the Pampas grass and make the wildflowers dance as her molten amber eyes find the long-eared Fae nearby.
“Obscene,” she greets him warmly and with something closer to a smirk than a smile, “It's nice to see you. Do you have time today for a tete-a-tete?”
Rarely, and with intense concentration, the Genie could resist a wish. She had come to learn that it was much easier looking for a loophole than it was to entirely ignore what it was he wanted. But the long hours and excessive use of her new magic caused bone-aching fatigue, and so after a few days' rest, she decides to fulfill her promise to Obscene and take a visit to the Pampas, though not without informing Tarian, Ledger, and Cheri of her trip. Nevermind that she had promised her Champion she would bring someone along when she took the journey to the South's subsidiary; they'd already had the opportunity to discuss politics with their respective diplomats present. Now she wanted to speak with the Fae Prince one-on-one.
With the acceptance of whatever Genie DNA had decided to mingle with hers came golden strands that now twist around her ankles. They glint in the bright sunlight just as her coat does and tinkle gently as she walks the familiar pathways through her home, heading in the direction of the Pampas. Nerves dance in the pit of her belly at the prospect of speaking with Obscene once again, and this time in the comfort of his own home, but she comes more prepared this time. Ledger and Cheri had spoken with her about what it is a Fae can - and can't do, and the universe had gifted her with her own new art.
She has changed her appearance today, though not in subterfuge. Instead, she has willed into existence a set of double-wings upon her back and the impression of a gilded chaplet around her throat. The combination is regal, both gleaming in the sunlight, and once she is certain she is satisfied with the final touches of her appearance, Oceane tests out another bit of fun she'd recently realized was tied to her magic.
Pop!
Into the Pampas she teleports, I Dream of Genie style, directly into Obscene's periphery. She shakes the odd, tingling sensation of it away and unfurls the double-wings at her sides to stretch the muscles briefly. They flap lazily over the Pampas grass and make the wildflowers dance as her molten amber eyes find the long-eared Fae nearby.
“Obscene,” she greets him warmly and with something closer to a smirk than a smile, “It's nice to see you. Do you have time today for a tete-a-tete?”