12-06-2017, 09:00 PM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take
Ivar’s lack of curiosity about the future goes hand-in-hand with his disinterest in dwelling on the past. The black and white creature does not pause to think of what Augusta might have in the forest. A family, she has said, but Ivar disregards them. They might be able to find her, but they won’t be able to stop him. The ties of family have been murky for the kelpie for years now; he has not seen a relative since he was a yearling. He has been making a replacement, he has recently realized. Ivar plans to add Augusta to that unit, the band of mares that the stallion has gathered to him in Loess. He finds her intriguing and so will keep her near, available whenever he has need. Perhaps they can talk of Sylva together, of what they remember of their childhoods before the forest had burnt for Gryffen’s misdeeds. “Let’s go then.” He responds, meeting her grey gaze for a moment before she returns to their embrace. There is a satisfying sense of achievement as he nibbles gently at the line of her shoulder, pausing to tug playfully at a strand of her dark mane. He pulls away lest she retaliate, brown eyes alight with amusement. Around them, the thick morning fall is fading, eased by the rising sun. It will soon grow dreadfully warm, the heat of midsummer on the common lands. Loess is no cooler, but the water that flows from the springs is far cooler than this meandering river, warmed by the volcanic heat of the Tephran volcanoes and the sun. “Perhaps you’ll like it enough to stay.” He says it so casually, as though he does not mind either way. That at least is true. She might like it enough to stay, or she might not. She will stay regardless, of course, because that is what Ivar would like. minimal smoky grullo tobiano | equus kelpus |