The idea that the Kelpie would keep his word is fleeting when he rejects her proposition. Instead instating himself as the King and Champion of Ischia. It wasn't the bargain they had made but she was willing to allow the co-rule if that would get her what she desired. In making her annoyance know she inquires, "Ok. King and Champion of Ischia..." She thinks to asks if he would like anything else but she figures the answer would be yes and she was done giving things away today.
Her focus was still on the winged roan and whether the stranger would agree to her terms. The mare looks to Ivar again as if she is invisible of not worth speaking to. This irritates her again and her powers begin to flex the silver and gold that hides deep within the veins of their world. Drawing them closer to the surface and begins to weave their way up her lavender limbs.
When Krom steps up to her, she releases the advancement of the metals. Her ears bending to what he has to say, finding them a refusal to listen to her wishes as well. She snorts, lavender whips slashing at her silver hide and ears flattening to her skull. "Enough!" Her tone is sharp and she looks to the Kelpie, "Name the cost, in its truth, to siding with you Ivar... What exactly are we agreeing to?" She looks then to her brother as she speaks again to the piebald, "If your terms are agreeable, I will tell my brother to leave..."
@[Ivar] @[Carwyn]