06-19-2018, 08:20 AM
At Kylin's question of 'Better?', Ivar only hums softly in agreement; he'd meant better than a father in general, but he certainly considers himself better than whomever Kylin's father is as well. He is too distracted by the softness of the lavender skin beneath his roving mouth. Only when she pulls away from him, shaking her head and confirming that Kyveli is still present does the kelpie abandon his efforts. He'd much rather toy with Kylin on this summer afternoon, but it does not seem that the child is leaving anytime soon.
Lothbrok had always known to give his parents their space when they were particularly amorous; perhaps Kyveli is not quite as bright. He should not expect much from her, he supposes, she is not his child, after all. But Ivar will keep her safe because Kylin wants that, and the kelpie will keep her safe because she will be prey only when she is grown.
The lavender mare is asking the filly what she'd been doing, and Kyveli answers with a reply that tells him nothing. Have children always been so bothersome, Ivar wonders, or is it simply the fact that she has interrupted his efforts to give her a sibling that is so grating? There's no answer to that question, he knows, and Kylin is unlikely to shoo Kyveli away so they can return to more entertaining activities. Ivar resigns to amuse the foal, and pull away from Kylin's comfortable side to follow the glittering filly down the beach.
'Shiny', she had said, and Ivar spots the disrupted nest. The tiny turtles aren't in danger from the kelpie - he prefers his prey larger and softer - but he does take pleasure in suddenly bolting after the gulls. He catches the pale tail feathers of one of the slower birds, but it pulls away, squawking madly, leaving Ivar with a mouthful of feathers to spit onto the sand.
Lothbrok had always known to give his parents their space when they were particularly amorous; perhaps Kyveli is not quite as bright. He should not expect much from her, he supposes, she is not his child, after all. But Ivar will keep her safe because Kylin wants that, and the kelpie will keep her safe because she will be prey only when she is grown.
The lavender mare is asking the filly what she'd been doing, and Kyveli answers with a reply that tells him nothing. Have children always been so bothersome, Ivar wonders, or is it simply the fact that she has interrupted his efforts to give her a sibling that is so grating? There's no answer to that question, he knows, and Kylin is unlikely to shoo Kyveli away so they can return to more entertaining activities. Ivar resigns to amuse the foal, and pull away from Kylin's comfortable side to follow the glittering filly down the beach.
'Shiny', she had said, and Ivar spots the disrupted nest. The tiny turtles aren't in danger from the kelpie - he prefers his prey larger and softer - but he does take pleasure in suddenly bolting after the gulls. He catches the pale tail feathers of one of the slower birds, but it pulls away, squawking madly, leaving Ivar with a mouthful of feathers to spit onto the sand.