10-07-2017, 02:41 PM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take
This summer seems longer than those of his previous years – fall is little more than a distant blur on the horizon. The temperature is pleasant, and the bright sun overhead is softened by a lively breeze that tosses the dry strands of his mane. For a long time, the lack of water had felt strange, but he has adjusted. It’s a little easier, truthfully. The opalescent scales of his white markings are dull without near-constant submersion, and he no longer has to deal with (sometimes) unwanted attention from strangers. His good looks are still undeniable, but pushing through the brush, the smoky black stallion with his faint scowl and long legs falls just sort of ‘supernaturally attractive’. Taking the path less traveled is a still a habit though, and Ivar is following the coastline of his way to Tephra. Going through the commons lands – forest, field, meadow – would be a shorter journey, but it would also be a more populous trail. Still, it’s not a path he has taken in a while, and he gets slightly turned around a little afternoon. The trail had forked and he’d taken a wrong turn, misremembering the trail from a trip two years earlier. He finds his way in an odd sort of meadow rather than the scrubland he’d been expecting, and there are rather a lot of children around. Ivar has been dealing with a rather large number of children lately, he thinks idly as he tries to discern the location of the sun overhead. The stallion is still squinting when he loosk down and locks eyes with a grey filly slouching somewhat nearby. “Hey kid,” Ivar says without thinking twice, his tenor voice smooth and even. “You know which way it is to Tephra? I got turned around a few miles back. ” |