03-08-2019, 07:00 PM
bottom of the deep blue sea
Isobell sits upon a throne of seaglass and bleached shells. Ivar and his Ischia had been good to her. The waters are far warmer here than in Nerine and the sandy was smooth without broken pebbles. It was a luxurious experience to walk the water's edge, to dive deep into the clear ocean, to sunbath under a endless blue sky.In her time as his wife, Ivar has grown tired of the ruling, bickering, and frolicking with his consorts. The kelpie mare acknowledges it all with a tight smile...tolerant of his vices. He is a good man and loving husband...and after all, a kelpie.
The egg is safe (a present from Ivar) in a nest of sand and downy flower blooms, to be warmed in the sun as she swam, her scales itch with the collection of dust. Isobell thinks to near the water, thinks of the child in her belly, adn of her happiness. It is not soon after that Ivar gifts her the tropical isle> She elated, the piece of her that was once queen of Nerine, feeling fulfilled. "Ivar, perhaps we should have a gathering, or celebration, if you will. I hate the idea of an inauguration as that is too formal but a party to get to know any residents or those interested in joining us." The words flicker from her tongue as she speaks with sharp silver eyes. "Perhaps a hunting party and feast with other lands interested in an alliance." The mare thinks of her dragon kin and the benefit of a union. The idea had been offered from Castile's chosen mare, Sochi and Iso had been delighted at the notion. Though she lacked the proper teeth for merciless kills, she would be willing to partake if her husband agreed with the idea.
@Ivar