10-13-2017, 10:18 AM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take
Overhead, a thick band of clouds clears the moon, casting the scene around the two stalliosn into sudden and stark relief. It takes Ivar’s eyes a moment to adjust to the increase of light. Soon enough another drifts across the pale orb, and leaves the plains in shadow once more. Ivar hasn’t look away from the other horse, knowing that the offer of a home is not a choice made lightly. The pied stallion leaves his offer as it was despite Faer’s hesitance; he knows better than to rush such a heavy decision. Faer makes it (after a sigh, but that doesn’t diminish Ivar’s smile), and Ivar nods agreeably. “Wonderful,” he says, shifting his weight in a manner that suggests he is ready to move. “We could probably get there by midmorning, if you’re not too tired?” He asks it as a question; the pied stallion would gladly wait ,but he does prefer to rest in familiar territory. His own habit is to sleep during the daylight hours – when the sun rises he knows he will begin to feel almost as tired as Faer looks. |