11-15-2020, 08:40 PM
a little white light in a
sea gone black
sea gone black
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Oceane has always been skeptical in the face of higher powers. She has seen what that power can do, and it's not always good. And though she would prefer to stay away from the Mountain that she's heard others in Beqanna speak of, it has come time for her to accept that she is not able to help Loess in its recovery on her own. Perhaps a stronger hand will be able to help her in her endeavors to heal the wounded kingdom.
She flies as high as she can aside the Mountain until alighting upon a small plateau; pieces of shale skitter away beneath her turquoise hooves but otherwise the footing is safe. She ventures further, feathered wings pulled tight against her opalescent body in hopes to warm herself in the crisp mountain air. Meltwater and mud slip by her hooves as she continues higher and she silently curses the early weeks of spring.
Upon reaching the peak, Oceane gazes at the view it affords her. She's winded, lungs heaving, and though she feels rather foolish she speaks her wishes into the air before hoping, with the highest of hopes, for an answer:
“Five times in just as many years, Loess has been targeted by Pangea. Whether it be our residents or our land itself, the foothills haven't been afforded enough time to heal and to grow. Revenge isn't an option when all of our energy is exhausted on survival. Please, help us find a way to regrow.”
She pauses to keep her voice from pleading and then adds:
“Help me help Loess and those who call it home.”
She flies as high as she can aside the Mountain until alighting upon a small plateau; pieces of shale skitter away beneath her turquoise hooves but otherwise the footing is safe. She ventures further, feathered wings pulled tight against her opalescent body in hopes to warm herself in the crisp mountain air. Meltwater and mud slip by her hooves as she continues higher and she silently curses the early weeks of spring.
Upon reaching the peak, Oceane gazes at the view it affords her. She's winded, lungs heaving, and though she feels rather foolish she speaks her wishes into the air before hoping, with the highest of hopes, for an answer:
“Five times in just as many years, Loess has been targeted by Pangea. Whether it be our residents or our land itself, the foothills haven't been afforded enough time to heal and to grow. Revenge isn't an option when all of our energy is exhausted on survival. Please, help us find a way to regrow.”
She pauses to keep her voice from pleading and then adds:
“Help me help Loess and those who call it home.”
Oceane is asking for a way to protect Loess.
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