09-19-2018, 08:03 PM
Snowmelt makes the water frigid, so the kelpie braves dry land in search of more comfortable temperatures. The spring's night air is tepid at best, but at least it is not freezing. Ivar has grown accustomed to the tropics, to the ever-warm waters that feel like a second skin. His hide offers no insulation, but at the the hard scales aren't unpleasant to look at. Mostly a deep sapphire blue, interspersed here and there with gold, the same metallic shade between his opalescent white markings.
In every way, the two of them are opposites.
Yet when Ivar's flickering ears catch the sound of a faltering step and he first sees the dark mare, he is transfixed. Motionless but for his golden eyes and flaring nostrils, the kelpie watches her make her way closer to the River. Closer to him. Prey, moving near: old and weak and easy. He waits, a practiced hunter, and then takes a step forward just in time to cross her path as if on accident.
"What brings you out tonight?" He asks with a half-smile on his impossibly handsome face. There's nothing but genuine interest in his golden gaze. He knows better than to let the mask slip. The way he settles his weight on one white-stockinged leg suggests he intends to stay and listen to the answer rather than continuing on, but he seems to offer her an out when he adds: "Though if you're on your way to meet someone, don't let me stop you."
In every way, the two of them are opposites.
Yet when Ivar's flickering ears catch the sound of a faltering step and he first sees the dark mare, he is transfixed. Motionless but for his golden eyes and flaring nostrils, the kelpie watches her make her way closer to the River. Closer to him. Prey, moving near: old and weak and easy. He waits, a practiced hunter, and then takes a step forward just in time to cross her path as if on accident.
"What brings you out tonight?" He asks with a half-smile on his impossibly handsome face. There's nothing but genuine interest in his golden gaze. He knows better than to let the mask slip. The way he settles his weight on one white-stockinged leg suggests he intends to stay and listen to the answer rather than continuing on, but he seems to offer her an out when he adds: "Though if you're on your way to meet someone, don't let me stop you."