11-02-2017, 07:02 PM
Isobell
i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea
She had taken the pied man's side as an act of familiarity. She was not a fragile creature by any means but she allows Ivar to take possession for she is also not a stupid mare. There is a thick heat in the rising mist as early morning is threatening to wake them all from the spell. Gryffen and Ivar are nearly at one another throats and Isobell is surprised to see the response in both of them though she keeps quiet and is pressed further into Ivar when he physically draws her away from the pale stallion. 'One or the other.' Gryffen remarks with the curl of his lips. Isobell does not understand what it is all in reference to...who was the other?'Mine.' Isobell shoots a look towards Ivar as her only defiant act, brows furrowed momentarily out of surprise to have a claim laid upon her but once again, she is not a stupid mare. There was a time and place for discussion but as the stallions size one another up, she stills under the careful clasp of Ivar's neck and jaw over her spine. She is not sure how to response, if even she is expected to, but does anyway as she is not one to lay down and let a quarrel unfold simply out of a huff of testosterone and inebriation. "Come, Ivar." The words are spoken and the black and white mare is slipping from beside him with solid limbs and a small nod to the king as it is respectful but her silver eyes linger for a moment to remember his face for Isobell could easily estimate that there would be a time and place she would meet the pale man again. Her gaze flickers to the scaled stallion as looks to see if he would follow or tell her to go on.
We can take this where ever you like! Not sure if you are all okay with the time line
but this is certainly interesting!