11-11-2018, 07:38 PM
Though he hears the breaking of branches further inland, Ivar is rarely given to exploration of the jungle. The kelpie prefers to keep the water in sight, and he continues to walk the beach until something catches his eye amid the greenery. A flash of something, but when he takes a step back to look again, it is gone. No, not gone, moving farther away.
Intrigued, the piebald creatures steps into the undergrowth, following the almost familiar smell. But the sparkle and the scent were not the same after all, and Ivar emerges into the clearing to find not one but two creatures. Neither are strangers to the kelpie, though he'd not expected to see either of them here with the plague creeping ever near.
He recognizes the delight on his sibling's face (not so different from his own), at the same time he recognizes Deiti. Ivar's face breaks open with genuine amusement, and he slips from the trees where the black mare had not been watching. His scaled muzzle brushes against her from hindquarter to shoulder, but it is teasing rather than possessive. There are few men to whom he might cede a pretty lady (though he'd still had designs on Sabra when Castile had been gone overlong), and while he had not expected this brother-who-is-a-stranger to be one of them, the kelpie feels no need for posturing.
"Fancy seeing you both here on my island," Ivar says, his mood bolstered by both his new status and the prospect of a romp beneath the waves with Deiti. He'll wait till Lochwood is done with her, of course, he's not rude enough to call first dibs when Lochwood had been the first to come across Deiti this evening.
Intrigued, the piebald creatures steps into the undergrowth, following the almost familiar smell. But the sparkle and the scent were not the same after all, and Ivar emerges into the clearing to find not one but two creatures. Neither are strangers to the kelpie, though he'd not expected to see either of them here with the plague creeping ever near.
He recognizes the delight on his sibling's face (not so different from his own), at the same time he recognizes Deiti. Ivar's face breaks open with genuine amusement, and he slips from the trees where the black mare had not been watching. His scaled muzzle brushes against her from hindquarter to shoulder, but it is teasing rather than possessive. There are few men to whom he might cede a pretty lady (though he'd still had designs on Sabra when Castile had been gone overlong), and while he had not expected this brother-who-is-a-stranger to be one of them, the kelpie feels no need for posturing.
"Fancy seeing you both here on my island," Ivar says, his mood bolstered by both his new status and the prospect of a romp beneath the waves with Deiti. He'll wait till Lochwood is done with her, of course, he's not rude enough to call first dibs when Lochwood had been the first to come across Deiti this evening.