07-29-2020, 06:55 PM
a little white light in a
sea gone black
sea gone black
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Discomfort sits in her chest, weighted down by an uncertainty that carries her mood down further and further until there is nothing to do but remove herself from the source of her skepticism, if only for a short while. It's the first time since Alcinder's kidnapping that Oceane has truly felt the desire to temporarily remove herself from the confines of Loess, to dip away momentarily from diplomacy and simply explore. Soran bids her safe travels when she informs him of her destination, and she leaves the scar-faced stallion and their yearling son to a quiet day alone.
Numerous seasons have come and gone since the last time she had meandered the vaguely familiar bailiwick of the Forest and memories of its petrichor call to her. Luckily, this sudden desire to visit the quiet woodland corresponds with an earlier springtime shower, and within the dewy dusk Oceane travels the shadows of the Forest. The moistened bark and pine needles cause her nostrils to flare, and its with a contented sigh that she ushers the scent from her nose, only to repeat the act once more.
Despite the impending darkness, the Forest is relaxing. She can hear the quiet conversations muttered and murmured by animals within the foliage and perched upon the still-wet tree boughs. They talk of normal things: the best places to find food, the development of their own younglings, the easy-going minutiae of everyday life. Oceane enjoys her zoolingualism mostly for this reason ─
It can be impossible to remember the lives that exist around her until she allows herself moments like these.
In her melancholy, she is drawn to the nearest light. The moon's rays shine through the intertwined tree boughs above her, but it's not this silvered glistening on the damp ground that calls to her ─ instead, it's the warmth of a nearby fire. Only when she draws near does Oceane realize that the fire is tied to the dual horns of a smokey black horse-slash-xenomorph.
“Hello there,” she greets the other woman as the light of her horns splash across Oceane's opaline face. She notices the blackness in the stranger's eyes as her flames flicker within them and lets her gaze linger there, “I've never met anyone with flames attached to their horns before.” The observation, powdered with intrigue, is murmured quietly before she turns her gaze to the Forest around them. “What brings you to the Forest?”
Numerous seasons have come and gone since the last time she had meandered the vaguely familiar bailiwick of the Forest and memories of its petrichor call to her. Luckily, this sudden desire to visit the quiet woodland corresponds with an earlier springtime shower, and within the dewy dusk Oceane travels the shadows of the Forest. The moistened bark and pine needles cause her nostrils to flare, and its with a contented sigh that she ushers the scent from her nose, only to repeat the act once more.
Despite the impending darkness, the Forest is relaxing. She can hear the quiet conversations muttered and murmured by animals within the foliage and perched upon the still-wet tree boughs. They talk of normal things: the best places to find food, the development of their own younglings, the easy-going minutiae of everyday life. Oceane enjoys her zoolingualism mostly for this reason ─
It can be impossible to remember the lives that exist around her until she allows herself moments like these.
In her melancholy, she is drawn to the nearest light. The moon's rays shine through the intertwined tree boughs above her, but it's not this silvered glistening on the damp ground that calls to her ─ instead, it's the warmth of a nearby fire. Only when she draws near does Oceane realize that the fire is tied to the dual horns of a smokey black horse-slash-xenomorph.
“Hello there,” she greets the other woman as the light of her horns splash across Oceane's opaline face. She notices the blackness in the stranger's eyes as her flames flicker within them and lets her gaze linger there, “I've never met anyone with flames attached to their horns before.” The observation, powdered with intrigue, is murmured quietly before she turns her gaze to the Forest around them. “What brings you to the Forest?”
@[Fiorina]
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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