04-04-2017, 12:35 PM
He likes the warmth in Knight's smile; it makes him feel less like an outsider. The mulberry colt asks if he wants to help catch the butterfly, and Ivar nods. He's not really sure that he wants to, but it seems like the others do, and he wants to be included. He's seen butterflies from a distance before, but they seem so delicate and fragile. If catching it will hurt it, he decides, he'll change his mind. For now though, he's content to be pulled along the stream of popular opinion.
The painted colt barely notices Ana leaving - he is caught up in what the blue colt is saying. Rapture seems as reluctant as Ivar had silently been to hurt the butterfly, and Ivar is glad. The tobiano colt boss agreeably and circles around, putting himself between the butterfly and the woods in the hopes that it will flutter back towards them.
Ivar is all but cross-eyed when the butterfly hovers in front of his face, but he remains utterly still. It wavers, hesitating, and then brushes his pale nose with one bright wing before if flits away again. With his field of vision expanded, he notices the roan filly that has joined their company and smiles brightly at her.
He is about to warn her that the butterfly is heading her way when he's distracted by the arrival of yet another foal. This one lacks the jewel-bright colors of most of their company, but it's not his coloring that makes him stand out. Ivar doesn't like the way he interrupts their game, but it's not the interruption that gives him the bit of courage to step between the butterfly (which has just landed on a dandelion) and the bay colt.
"You won't hurt it." Ivar tells him, the firmness in his voice matched by the expression in his formerly soft eyes. "It didn't do anything to you."
He teeters on saying something else, on trusting the part of himself that loves the water, but he recenters, pauses, and smiles.
"You can help us chase it though. You can play...but you can't hurt it." Maybe the new colt just doesn't like butterflies, Ivar thinks. "Or we could pick a new game to play, since the butterfly is gone." He adds the last as he watches the small insect being carried away in a summer breeze, soaring high over their heads into the blue sky.
The painted colt barely notices Ana leaving - he is caught up in what the blue colt is saying. Rapture seems as reluctant as Ivar had silently been to hurt the butterfly, and Ivar is glad. The tobiano colt boss agreeably and circles around, putting himself between the butterfly and the woods in the hopes that it will flutter back towards them.
Ivar is all but cross-eyed when the butterfly hovers in front of his face, but he remains utterly still. It wavers, hesitating, and then brushes his pale nose with one bright wing before if flits away again. With his field of vision expanded, he notices the roan filly that has joined their company and smiles brightly at her.
He is about to warn her that the butterfly is heading her way when he's distracted by the arrival of yet another foal. This one lacks the jewel-bright colors of most of their company, but it's not his coloring that makes him stand out. Ivar doesn't like the way he interrupts their game, but it's not the interruption that gives him the bit of courage to step between the butterfly (which has just landed on a dandelion) and the bay colt.
"You won't hurt it." Ivar tells him, the firmness in his voice matched by the expression in his formerly soft eyes. "It didn't do anything to you."
He teeters on saying something else, on trusting the part of himself that loves the water, but he recenters, pauses, and smiles.
"You can help us chase it though. You can play...but you can't hurt it." Maybe the new colt just doesn't like butterflies, Ivar thinks. "Or we could pick a new game to play, since the butterfly is gone." He adds the last as he watches the small insect being carried away in a summer breeze, soaring high over their heads into the blue sky.