11-27-2018, 07:30 AM
His mother had called this the sap moon, the full yellow orb that drifts just over the horizon. He doesn’t think of her often, but he does as the moon climbs higher into the sky, the thoughts brought on by the arrival of his family on the green island. Not only his brother, but his children as well, blood ties that remind him of the brown-eyed woman and her myriad of impossible tales. He had enjoyed telling those stories to his eldest son, but the rest of them – and there are many now – had not heard them. With his twins he had been unable to, and with the other girls he was simply uninterested in. They were not kelpie and so his interest in them is negligible.
It is spring now and he has no new children, something that grates at him in an unexpected way.
Kylin had left him for the safety of the neighboring island and she had taken Kyveli with her. Jhene remains barren, and he had claimed the rest of them too late in the season. They had been amusing but ultimately fruitless. Next year will be better. Next year he will do what it takes to keep the island of Ischia filled with the patter of small hooves and the splash of little fins.
The beat of wings catches his attention and the kelpie glances up from where he is half-submerged in the glowing water. Unfeathered wings are silhouetted against the moon for just a moment and he thinks for a moment it might be Mist, out for a nighttime flight, but the figure that lands on the beach nearby has no bright piebald markings.
When he recognizes the figure, Ivar smiles.
“To what do I owe this surprise?” Asks the sapphire kelpie when he is near enough. The sea still reaches up to his knees where he stands in the surf, his golden eyes as round and bright as the moon overhead. He has crossed paths with Wrena too many times to attribute it to chance; perhaps this is the time he will finally be successful in keeping her.
<3 @[Wrena]
It is spring now and he has no new children, something that grates at him in an unexpected way.
Kylin had left him for the safety of the neighboring island and she had taken Kyveli with her. Jhene remains barren, and he had claimed the rest of them too late in the season. They had been amusing but ultimately fruitless. Next year will be better. Next year he will do what it takes to keep the island of Ischia filled with the patter of small hooves and the splash of little fins.
The beat of wings catches his attention and the kelpie glances up from where he is half-submerged in the glowing water. Unfeathered wings are silhouetted against the moon for just a moment and he thinks for a moment it might be Mist, out for a nighttime flight, but the figure that lands on the beach nearby has no bright piebald markings.
When he recognizes the figure, Ivar smiles.
“To what do I owe this surprise?” Asks the sapphire kelpie when he is near enough. The sea still reaches up to his knees where he stands in the surf, his golden eyes as round and bright as the moon overhead. He has crossed paths with Wrena too many times to attribute it to chance; perhaps this is the time he will finally be successful in keeping her.
<3 @[Wrena]