07-07-2021, 04:53 PM
a little white light in a
sea gone black
sea gone black
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She has been on edge since her return from the Pampas, the tight knot of foreboding and worry nestled deep in the pit of her stomach never letting her forget for very long that the truce between herself and Obscene is tentative, however jestful it may be. This, on top of her most recent conversation with Cheri, leaves her uncertain. Oceane yearns to give him the benefit of the doubt ─ she does not believe he is an evil man, only easily bored. She will need to find something to entertain him before he does so himself.
A unfamiliar call draws her from her worries and Oceane is thankful for the distraction, her mood almost immediately brightened at the prospect of a conversation that does not involve whatever turmoil may be brewing just beneath the surface of the Southern kingdom. She is swift to respond with opalescent wings flung outward and a leap to the skies from her favorite plateau, the thermals allowing her to coast speedily towards the northwest.
A trio greets her at the cusp of Loess and Tephra, where the canyons fade into jungle. A lavender boy rests beside who she can only assume is his mother, the pair resting opposite the obsidian beast she had begun to see more frequently around the red spire canyons and foothills. She is reminded of Ghaul each time she sees him, of the fires that had ravaged what foliage Loess was able to grow. But she has been in the business of handing out assumptions of innocence lately, and so she had settled into an indifferent acceptance of his presence. Oceane doubts the man is a diplomat, though she won't cross that option off the list just yet.
After all, Fiorina had surprised her, too.
“Only whatever dangerous things find their way into Loess,” she answers the young boy's question with a pleasant smile after she has landed and moved her lavender and turquoise frame beside the demogorgon, whose name she will need to acquire at some point, “So you have nothing to worry about.”
Her amber eyes move to the scaled man as she offers him a polite nod before her gaze returns to the lilac visitors. They smell of the jungle, a place she had never heard ill of since her arrival to Beqanna nearly a decade earlier. “It's my pleasure to welcome you into Loess. My name is Oceane.” Her head cocks to the side inquisitively as she rustles her feathered wings at her sides, allowing the strangers space to finish their introductions.
A unfamiliar call draws her from her worries and Oceane is thankful for the distraction, her mood almost immediately brightened at the prospect of a conversation that does not involve whatever turmoil may be brewing just beneath the surface of the Southern kingdom. She is swift to respond with opalescent wings flung outward and a leap to the skies from her favorite plateau, the thermals allowing her to coast speedily towards the northwest.
A trio greets her at the cusp of Loess and Tephra, where the canyons fade into jungle. A lavender boy rests beside who she can only assume is his mother, the pair resting opposite the obsidian beast she had begun to see more frequently around the red spire canyons and foothills. She is reminded of Ghaul each time she sees him, of the fires that had ravaged what foliage Loess was able to grow. But she has been in the business of handing out assumptions of innocence lately, and so she had settled into an indifferent acceptance of his presence. Oceane doubts the man is a diplomat, though she won't cross that option off the list just yet.
After all, Fiorina had surprised her, too.
“Only whatever dangerous things find their way into Loess,” she answers the young boy's question with a pleasant smile after she has landed and moved her lavender and turquoise frame beside the demogorgon, whose name she will need to acquire at some point, “So you have nothing to worry about.”
Her amber eyes move to the scaled man as she offers him a polite nod before her gaze returns to the lilac visitors. They smell of the jungle, a place she had never heard ill of since her arrival to Beqanna nearly a decade earlier. “It's my pleasure to welcome you into Loess. My name is Oceane.” Her head cocks to the side inquisitively as she rustles her feathered wings at her sides, allowing the strangers space to finish their introductions.