Once he had known a black mare from one of the Otherworlds. Or rather, from the place between here and there, a limbo that the creature has never wanted to experience. He is curious, but having not yet explored his own world to its fullest reaches, Ivar is not yet interested in venturing beyond it.
He is not sure, even with her rambling, if her admission is that she is new to Beqanna or to life itself. Both seem equally possible to the kelpie, but one is certainly preferable. Silver moonlight does not flatter Yihdra, but the kelpie's golden eyes trace each pale revelation with unbrindled interest.
Only once had he been still enough to interest a barnacle, a long week spent in a sea that would have been nearly frozen around them if not for the salinity. How long must she have been below the sea to bear such a collection of them? Is this what Kylin might look like if he kept her under long enough?
The image is a pleasant one, Ivar smiles and reveals too many teeth.
"This is not my home," he tells her as he takes the step forward he'd first offered Yidrha. "There's too much magic in these woods." Too many memories, as well, but those are trivial for a creature not prone to reminiscence.
Ivar is hungry because a kelpie is always hungry, even as they gorge themselves, and he takes another step nearer, drawn by that hunger and a growing sense of fascination. "I'm sure the pleasure is ours," says the jewel-toned stallion, though he speaks only for himself. "I don't think we have anything quite like you here." He adds, because asking a lady what she is has never been a highly recommend flirtation tactic.
@[Yidhra]
He is not sure, even with her rambling, if her admission is that she is new to Beqanna or to life itself. Both seem equally possible to the kelpie, but one is certainly preferable. Silver moonlight does not flatter Yihdra, but the kelpie's golden eyes trace each pale revelation with unbrindled interest.
Only once had he been still enough to interest a barnacle, a long week spent in a sea that would have been nearly frozen around them if not for the salinity. How long must she have been below the sea to bear such a collection of them? Is this what Kylin might look like if he kept her under long enough?
The image is a pleasant one, Ivar smiles and reveals too many teeth.
"This is not my home," he tells her as he takes the step forward he'd first offered Yidrha. "There's too much magic in these woods." Too many memories, as well, but those are trivial for a creature not prone to reminiscence.
Ivar is hungry because a kelpie is always hungry, even as they gorge themselves, and he takes another step nearer, drawn by that hunger and a growing sense of fascination. "I'm sure the pleasure is ours," says the jewel-toned stallion, though he speaks only for himself. "I don't think we have anything quite like you here." He adds, because asking a lady what she is has never been a highly recommend flirtation tactic.
@[Yidhra]