i feel a bad moon rising - shirad

[Ivar]

I V A R i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take For a while longer they are quiet: Ivar watching Shirad who watches the wallabies. The violet filly looks up at him eventually, and Ivar interprets her nods as readiness. She’s had enough quiet. It’s time for some fun. With a grin, he leaps forward. The pool is not deep, and he lands in the knee deep water with a tremendous splash. The stallion remains where he has landed, knowing that Shirad is likely to be coming up beside him. The wallabies, perhaps in shock, remain frozen on the bank for an instant. Then, as quick as a blink they are gone, disappeared into the thick underbrush at the base of the bluff. Ivar is still laughing, and he looks down at the turquoise filly beside him, with a snort. “They didn’t squeal like the tapirs sometimes do,” he says, “but I don’t think they’ll be coming back to this pool anytime soon.” kelpie mimicry | dragon scales | tactile hypnosis