03-27-2022, 06:12 PM
a little white light in a
sea gone black
sea gone black
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It's not immediately clear how she came to be where she is now. It may never be. She remembers the foreboding rumble, the tremors in the earth... the way that Sylva had cracked beneath their hooves as it began to succumb to the ocean waters sent to drown it. She remembers the panic, and tries to push a similar feeling away now. There was the moment, heart-rending, that she had realized there was no helping Sylva, no helping Loess. She could only worry about herself, her family - oh, her family. Lillibet and Link had been nowhere to be found, and the Genie could only hope upon hope that the wishes she'd sent into the universe to keep them safe had been granted. She never did know how far her magical reach was.
But Ledger had been there, with her, beside her just as he always had been. A dependable protector. The keeper of her heart. And she had wished to save him as their home, her beloved South, had fallen into the sea.
The time between then and now does not feel real. Oceane does not know how much time has passed, how long she and Ledger have been gone, or what has become of Beqanna since the land had shook so voraciously. But she does know that she is cold. Freezing, even. And as she opens her bright eyes for the first time in who knows how long, she sees why.
Upon an ice floe she and Ledger rest. Oceane's opaline body rests on her side, pressed against the ice uncomfortably. She shivers, flicks an ear, attempts to raise herself from the unnatural boat they have somehow found themselves upon. Her palomino mate is beside her, and it's with immense gratefulness that tears well in her eyes. They'd survived. He had survived. It gives her hope for their children.
With a quiet nicker, the former Queen of Sylva rises from the ice shelf. A wind, calm but icy, buffets them with no clear heading and it's with a mixture of mild concern and relief that she gazes upon their surroundings. There is nothing much beyond the ocean, but they are alive. With a lavender muzzle, she reaches down to nudge at her lover before breaking the windswept silence.
“Ledger?” She nudges him gently against as the ice sways beneath them. “Ledger, wake up,” the request is mixed with warmth and urgency, and when he finally starts to stir she turns her gaze to the watery horizon that awaits them.
Perhaps another wish would carry them to shore.
@[Ledger]
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But Ledger had been there, with her, beside her just as he always had been. A dependable protector. The keeper of her heart. And she had wished to save him as their home, her beloved South, had fallen into the sea.
The time between then and now does not feel real. Oceane does not know how much time has passed, how long she and Ledger have been gone, or what has become of Beqanna since the land had shook so voraciously. But she does know that she is cold. Freezing, even. And as she opens her bright eyes for the first time in who knows how long, she sees why.
Upon an ice floe she and Ledger rest. Oceane's opaline body rests on her side, pressed against the ice uncomfortably. She shivers, flicks an ear, attempts to raise herself from the unnatural boat they have somehow found themselves upon. Her palomino mate is beside her, and it's with immense gratefulness that tears well in her eyes. They'd survived. He had survived. It gives her hope for their children.
With a quiet nicker, the former Queen of Sylva rises from the ice shelf. A wind, calm but icy, buffets them with no clear heading and it's with a mixture of mild concern and relief that she gazes upon their surroundings. There is nothing much beyond the ocean, but they are alive. With a lavender muzzle, she reaches down to nudge at her lover before breaking the windswept silence.
“Ledger?” She nudges him gently against as the ice sways beneath them. “Ledger, wake up,” the request is mixed with warmth and urgency, and when he finally starts to stir she turns her gaze to the watery horizon that awaits them.
Perhaps another wish would carry them to shore.
@[Ledger]
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