09-05-2018, 07:05 AM
The attempt she makes to dodge the water he splashes her way are useless, but Ivar suspects the motion wasn't full-hearted. There's no point in ducking a few drops when she is already chest deep in the water, though the effort does broaden his chesire grin.
No one taught her to swim, she says. This seems a common theme among the equines of Beqanna. It is one that Ivar is grateful for, of course. There are few better methods for drawing them to the water than an offer to teach them; Kylin is evidence of that. But Breckin already knows how to swim - albeit badly - leaving Ivar to pursue other avenues.
Then again, she is already on her way to his island and she's not protested his proximity, so the pied kelpie considers the battle at least half-won. The latter half is arguably more difficult, but it is also the most enjoyable. The spotted mare's political ties make things more complicated, but it is clear from the interest in Ivar's gold eyes that he has no intention of abandoning this particular hunt - at least not any time soon.
"I forgive you," he tells her with mock sobriety, as though her inability to swim is personal affront to him that he must forgive. Her raised brow suggests to him that this might amuse her and laughter is always an easy in.
Her effort to splash him is meant with a quick grin and a snapping at the water the surges his way, his teeth clicking audibly shut around the salty liquid. The golden and sapphire stallion had to lunge forward for this, and he is now that much closer to the spotted mare.
"You Leviathans are supposed to be like the old Amazons, no? Fierce warriors, and all that?" He asks as if he is genuinely curious, as if he hadn't grown up along the coast with a mother who even now calls the iron shore her home. "But you'd make easy prey in the water." He'd told her he was a seamonster, after all, though his pointed assessment is paired with an amused smirk - as though he suspects she might find it offensive.
"Or are you an Advisor of things other than warcraft?" At this he drifts closer, knowing he can make up the distance he loses in a few quick flicks of his tail. Ivar isn't genuinely interested in the politics of foreign kingdoms, but he's curious about Breckin, about how much of a fight she might put up about staying - and how much her kingdom might mind.
@[Breckin]
so apparently when i take forever to write a post it ends up a novel. my b.
No one taught her to swim, she says. This seems a common theme among the equines of Beqanna. It is one that Ivar is grateful for, of course. There are few better methods for drawing them to the water than an offer to teach them; Kylin is evidence of that. But Breckin already knows how to swim - albeit badly - leaving Ivar to pursue other avenues.
Then again, she is already on her way to his island and she's not protested his proximity, so the pied kelpie considers the battle at least half-won. The latter half is arguably more difficult, but it is also the most enjoyable. The spotted mare's political ties make things more complicated, but it is clear from the interest in Ivar's gold eyes that he has no intention of abandoning this particular hunt - at least not any time soon.
"I forgive you," he tells her with mock sobriety, as though her inability to swim is personal affront to him that he must forgive. Her raised brow suggests to him that this might amuse her and laughter is always an easy in.
Her effort to splash him is meant with a quick grin and a snapping at the water the surges his way, his teeth clicking audibly shut around the salty liquid. The golden and sapphire stallion had to lunge forward for this, and he is now that much closer to the spotted mare.
"You Leviathans are supposed to be like the old Amazons, no? Fierce warriors, and all that?" He asks as if he is genuinely curious, as if he hadn't grown up along the coast with a mother who even now calls the iron shore her home. "But you'd make easy prey in the water." He'd told her he was a seamonster, after all, though his pointed assessment is paired with an amused smirk - as though he suspects she might find it offensive.
"Or are you an Advisor of things other than warcraft?" At this he drifts closer, knowing he can make up the distance he loses in a few quick flicks of his tail. Ivar isn't genuinely interested in the politics of foreign kingdoms, but he's curious about Breckin, about how much of a fight she might put up about staying - and how much her kingdom might mind.
@[Breckin]
so apparently when i take forever to write a post it ends up a novel. my b.