[private] a wilderness of water

[Oceane]

a little white light in a
sea gone black

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I'm tired, is all.

And that, most certainly, is the truth. Oceane can feel it in her bones, too. But despite the reservations that still exist, the inkling that Aquaria has decided not to share with her the whole truth, the opaline woman offers a warm smile and a nod of her azure and lavender head. “Perhaps someone should have warned us of that,” she offers up about overthinking, “before we agreed to lead our territories.” A quiet and tired chuckle finds her maw in hopes of relaying the lighthearted nature she wishes to maintain for the remainder of their conversation.

Her nereid friend seems to hope for the same as she coaxes their conversation back to the falls. Oceane nods her acknowledgment and continues her comfortable gait beside Aquaria, her ears flicking this way and that in anticipation for the waterfall. Mostly, though, she still hears the birds. “The wildlife here are fond of you,” she muses softly as her attention is drawn to small snippets of conversation here and there. It would seem that her friend's leadership has left an impression - and not just with the other equine who call Ischia home.

“Oh, wow,” Oceane breathes quietly when finally the lush jungle foliage opens up to a breathtaking waterfall. She halts just at the cusp of the clearing to take in the sight that has unfolded before her and gently lifts her balefire wings from her sides to feel the spray of the water as it collides with the basin beneath it. “This must be everyone's favorite place to gather,” she adds when finally her gaze returns to the champagne woman beside her.

@[Aquaria]
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