01-07-2019, 08:05 AM
The slow scrape of sand against the kelpie's back keeps him awake, but it is a near thing. Yesterday's yespertine activities had lasted well into the night, and Ivar is tired. An unfamiliar scent in the water fully rouses him, and the piebald creature rises to a vertical position with a single surge of his finned appendages. They are coming from the mainland, he finds, and the scaled stallion rises to the surface. His head is just another whitecap among thousands. A grey head in the water for sure, and Ivar knows that Ischia is once again to be visited.
He understands why they come. They want stability, conformation that their power is unquestionable and their rank in the world is perpetually increasing - or at the very least, remaining permanent.
There had been a time when Ivar cared about such things, the memory of it emerges as he steps onto the beach. Transformed in the shallows, the kelpie looks nearly normal - if jewel-toned scales and a striking face were normal. Moving to the spot on the beach where he knows the current will take a swimmer, Ivar finds a place to wait in the shadows of the palms.
Just as he recognizes the dappled mare as Mary, he realizes she is not alone. His golden gaze narrows, taking in the unfamiliar blue and white mare. Their coloring is not so dissimilar, but he does not recognize her as one of his. Still, something about her strikes a chord of memory, so rather than misstep he focuses on the pregnant Mary. She is the queen, after all, and he very much doubts that the pale mare beside her is Sinner.
"Welcome to Ischia, ladies." He says, stepping from the shadows to greet them. He tone is charming, his smile equally and effortlessly slow. "How can I help you today?"
@[Mary]
@[Valdis]
He understands why they come. They want stability, conformation that their power is unquestionable and their rank in the world is perpetually increasing - or at the very least, remaining permanent.
There had been a time when Ivar cared about such things, the memory of it emerges as he steps onto the beach. Transformed in the shallows, the kelpie looks nearly normal - if jewel-toned scales and a striking face were normal. Moving to the spot on the beach where he knows the current will take a swimmer, Ivar finds a place to wait in the shadows of the palms.
Just as he recognizes the dappled mare as Mary, he realizes she is not alone. His golden gaze narrows, taking in the unfamiliar blue and white mare. Their coloring is not so dissimilar, but he does not recognize her as one of his. Still, something about her strikes a chord of memory, so rather than misstep he focuses on the pregnant Mary. She is the queen, after all, and he very much doubts that the pale mare beside her is Sinner.
"Welcome to Ischia, ladies." He says, stepping from the shadows to greet them. He tone is charming, his smile equally and effortlessly slow. "How can I help you today?"
@[Mary]
@[Valdis]