07-05-2017, 07:04 AM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take Though he’s the one that had suggested she run across the waves, some part of him regrets it. She floats atop the water as easily as a feather. That’s her gift, he knows, but he can’t help but want her in the water beside him. Maybe later, he thinks as she prances atop the sea. He follows easily, swimming beneath the surfaces as she races across it. Her taunting question of how he will make it up to her had drawn a honey slow smile from the piebald colt, and he’d told her that “We’ll talk about that after you see it.” The surety that she will enjoy this place is solid; who wouldn’t? She stops in the shallows and Ivar stands beside her, the water lapping at his pale legs “See those?” he says, gesturing to several large mounds near the dune line on the beach. “You’re going to want to keep a close eye on them once the moon comes up.” As he says this, he glances up at the horizon. The sun is all but gone, and he knows the moon will be full and rising soon. They have a while to wait though; there is no rushing mother nature. Kylin seems enthused though, perhaps enough so that what he plans to show her might be startled by her prancing. With the sea to stand on she is taller than he is, but he is still able to reach her shoulder with his muzzle. “You’ve gotta be still,” he tells her with his mouth against her skin. She tastes of sweat and the sea and the desire from before rises to the surface. He pulls away shortly after; he won’t risk their friendship. He also doesn’t want to risk her missing the sea turtles hatching and running to the sea. |