11-13-2017, 08:35 AM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take The announcement had surprised her, and Ivar is unperturbed by the silence that follows. It is not something he had ever expected, but he has at least had a few days to come to terms with it. It is entirely new to Kylin, and especially accompanied by his request, he understands that it might take her some time. Her question – the why, the reasoning behind what he had asked – is also expected, but is not as welcome. Ivar has already done his best to communicate his why: he is starting a herd, he feels responsible for her, he wants her as a stallion. What other reason could she want? Love, probably. Heda loves him; that is what keeps her here. Were Ivar not himself, he could give Kylin that, could show her that he is a more than worthy replacement of her brother. Wherever Kharon was, it was not here. He was not protecting his sister, he was not giving her the affection that she deserves. Ivar could give her that, even if he cannot offer the emotion along with it. He can protect her though, and is that not better? What good is love when safety is in question? “I’d like to see you more often,” he replies, a truthful reply even if not the one that he suspects she might want. It’s not the entirety of the truth, but it is all he feel comfortable giving her. The rest will scare her away, or not be what she wants. Damn mares and their desire for monogamy. The forced smile is not encouraging. Ivar watches it, meets the hazel eyes that do not match the smile on her face, and he nods. “Of course, take your time.” She is shivering, and when she asks about shelter he nods quickly. “Plenty of it,” he tells her, and turns to lead her to the nearest cave. They are scattered through the hilly landscape, most of them shallow and formed by the plethora of springs. minimal grullo tobiano king of loess |