02-21-2018, 07:22 PM
The boy-child is a tall, leggy thing much like young boys should be. He is bright eyed and curious of the world and flattens his ears when his mother scolds him for wandering too deep in the water or when he ventures to far from her side. The storm coat of the child blends much more easily in with the blue grey of the water, his white patches like the water caps above.
On this day, mother has curled around him so she may feel him and thwart his attempts to sneak to the water unsupervised. Lothy knows he is a big boy and is certain he could fend off any shark, whale, or hippo that attempted to quarrel with him! But thankful, instead of the warm rough tongue of Isobell is the gentle nudge of his handsome father. Sleepy silver eyes blink open as he yawns, tiny mouth opening to expose the few small milk teeth growing in.
A smile is on the boys lips instantly when his father is awakening him and motioning him away from Isobell. The boy is slow to move so he may not rouse her for if father was quiet and letting mother sleep then so should he! Spindly legs are following after they are back on the sand, the cave slipping away as father suddenly dives into the water. Lothy does not balk but slams clumsily into the water and nearly trips before he falls downward with a gurgle.
Father is farther away, he is sleek and shiny in the water and the young boy wills the same. He is not as coordinated and he is slow to change but as front legs are kicking rapidly and his hips wiggling in an unusual way, the boy's legs blend to a long dark charcoal tail and thick fin that slow brings him up near Ivar.
Lothbrok beams proud for his father's approval, tail wiggling so he may stay close despite the tug of a stronger current that eluded to even deeper waters. 'I did it, Dad!" The kelpie colt quips brightly, bubbles rushing excitedly from his nose.
On this day, mother has curled around him so she may feel him and thwart his attempts to sneak to the water unsupervised. Lothy knows he is a big boy and is certain he could fend off any shark, whale, or hippo that attempted to quarrel with him! But thankful, instead of the warm rough tongue of Isobell is the gentle nudge of his handsome father. Sleepy silver eyes blink open as he yawns, tiny mouth opening to expose the few small milk teeth growing in.
A smile is on the boys lips instantly when his father is awakening him and motioning him away from Isobell. The boy is slow to move so he may not rouse her for if father was quiet and letting mother sleep then so should he! Spindly legs are following after they are back on the sand, the cave slipping away as father suddenly dives into the water. Lothy does not balk but slams clumsily into the water and nearly trips before he falls downward with a gurgle.
Father is farther away, he is sleek and shiny in the water and the young boy wills the same. He is not as coordinated and he is slow to change but as front legs are kicking rapidly and his hips wiggling in an unusual way, the boy's legs blend to a long dark charcoal tail and thick fin that slow brings him up near Ivar.
Lothbrok beams proud for his father's approval, tail wiggling so he may stay close despite the tug of a stronger current that eluded to even deeper waters. 'I did it, Dad!" The kelpie colt quips brightly, bubbles rushing excitedly from his nose.