03-09-2019, 11:25 AM
Ruling had grated on Ivar and while he is content to let Isobell theorize about the reasoning behind his descension, the truth is that the kelpie prefers a smaller territory than than of Ischia. The western island where he’d lived for years with Kylin had been a good size, but the big island and all the smaller ones was far too large of a world. He wants something smaller, and he has found it in the northeastern islet. The same had been true of Loess, for while his instincts quieted on dry land, they were never at ease with the vast hilly kingdom.
Gifting his favorite wife with a throne had been an easy choice. Less responsibility has translated into far more free time, and Ivar has certainly taken advantage of it. He knows better than to remind Isobell of what exactly it is that he has been up to, but then she proposes the idea of a gathering of Ischia. Ivar grows still in the water and then turns – carefully lazy – to face her.
She wants to get to know the residents of Ischia?
There are not many of them; Ivar has made sure of this after the brotherhood’s departure. The residents of the tropical island are his women; he already knows them all. Some of his less impressive children – those that are not kelpies – he has not bothered to seek out, but he has seen them grazing alongside their mothers from time to time. If they drew to close to the shore he’d pull them under to feast on as easily as he might a stranger – there is no advantage to weak children.
The idea of Isobell meeting Carwyn or Wishbone is amusing, but not in a way that he suspects Isobell might enjoy. She then mentions another sort of party – a hunting party – and Ivar frowns. It sounds like an exceptionally terrible idea to the kelpie. His kind hunt alone, and the idea of welcoming others to this place he has worked so hard to secure does not sit will with the piebald creature. Still, Isobell seems pleased with her idea, and Ivar had long ago acknowledged that his life is easier when Isobell is content.
“If that is what you want,” he says against the smooth scales below her ear. Perhaps he’ll take a woman to the far side of his island during this celebration and occupy himself in more interesting ways. “Then that is what you should do.”
@[Isobell]
Gifting his favorite wife with a throne had been an easy choice. Less responsibility has translated into far more free time, and Ivar has certainly taken advantage of it. He knows better than to remind Isobell of what exactly it is that he has been up to, but then she proposes the idea of a gathering of Ischia. Ivar grows still in the water and then turns – carefully lazy – to face her.
She wants to get to know the residents of Ischia?
There are not many of them; Ivar has made sure of this after the brotherhood’s departure. The residents of the tropical island are his women; he already knows them all. Some of his less impressive children – those that are not kelpies – he has not bothered to seek out, but he has seen them grazing alongside their mothers from time to time. If they drew to close to the shore he’d pull them under to feast on as easily as he might a stranger – there is no advantage to weak children.
The idea of Isobell meeting Carwyn or Wishbone is amusing, but not in a way that he suspects Isobell might enjoy. She then mentions another sort of party – a hunting party – and Ivar frowns. It sounds like an exceptionally terrible idea to the kelpie. His kind hunt alone, and the idea of welcoming others to this place he has worked so hard to secure does not sit will with the piebald creature. Still, Isobell seems pleased with her idea, and Ivar had long ago acknowledged that his life is easier when Isobell is content.
“If that is what you want,” he says against the smooth scales below her ear. Perhaps he’ll take a woman to the far side of his island during this celebration and occupy himself in more interesting ways. “Then that is what you should do.”
@[Isobell]