09-28-2018, 07:44 AM
The salt air brushes against the pair of them, bringing with it the zing of ozone and the still-distant peals of thunder. It calls to Ivar in a primal way, but the summons are interrupted by the eager questions of the purple filly. He doesn't scowl - but it is a close thing. INstead he huffs out a single (perhaps thoughtful?) breath and looks over his pied shoulder at the roiling ocean.
"Your mother wouldn't like it." Ivar tells her, tracing the white-capped ridges of the swelling waves with his golden eyes. "She'd say that it's not safe for you to be out on the water with a storm coming. " And out on the water she'd have to be to see the transformation - he has no desire to flop about like a seal.
Ivar is careful with his words. He hasn't told Kyveli 'no' outright, only reminded her that her mother would not approve. Her mother is not here, of course; Ivar had left her dozing on the beach after their most recent romp in the waves. When he turns back to meet Kyveli's violet eyes, it is with a quirked brow that makes the dare and danger that lies beneath his words all the more clear. "But I don't mind."
"Your mother wouldn't like it." Ivar tells her, tracing the white-capped ridges of the swelling waves with his golden eyes. "She'd say that it's not safe for you to be out on the water with a storm coming. " And out on the water she'd have to be to see the transformation - he has no desire to flop about like a seal.
Ivar is careful with his words. He hasn't told Kyveli 'no' outright, only reminded her that her mother would not approve. Her mother is not here, of course; Ivar had left her dozing on the beach after their most recent romp in the waves. When he turns back to meet Kyveli's violet eyes, it is with a quirked brow that makes the dare and danger that lies beneath his words all the more clear. "But I don't mind."