09-21-2017, 09:29 AM
Her question is like the lapping of the water at the sand: a quiet noise in the background of his attention. Ivar is lost in the way the moonlight plays upon the water. The round globe in the sky is never reflected perfectly in the shimmering water - it is always moving, broken, incomplete.
Ivar can relate.
Kylin's touch to his shoulder pulls him back to the present, and he looks down into her dancing hazel eyes. She is bright and cheerful, and her warm smile is far preferable to the dull ache of memory that had rushed over him as he he watched the ocean. Pushing those thoughts to the side - and half aware that Kylie had asked a question he'd not given her an answer to - he follows her into the water.
It is chilly, a bite of winter still hiding beneath the black surface, but the air against his shoulders is a warm counterpoint.
Warm until she splashes him, of course, and he lets out a surprised: "Hey!" The shock of the water and the shape of the lavender mare prancing in the water are enough to lock away the last bit of memory he'd allowed to escape. With a grin, Ivar darts forward, dipping his muzzle beneath the water and bringing it up in an arch of water. He hopes to splash Kylin in return, but doesn't stop moving forward until he is close enough to see the warmth of her piebald body steaming against the chill of the water.
"Will you always stay by the sea?" He asks, the playful expression still on his handsome face despite the seemingly-serious question. "In Ischia, with your family?"
Ivar can relate.
Kylin's touch to his shoulder pulls him back to the present, and he looks down into her dancing hazel eyes. She is bright and cheerful, and her warm smile is far preferable to the dull ache of memory that had rushed over him as he he watched the ocean. Pushing those thoughts to the side - and half aware that Kylie had asked a question he'd not given her an answer to - he follows her into the water.
It is chilly, a bite of winter still hiding beneath the black surface, but the air against his shoulders is a warm counterpoint.
Warm until she splashes him, of course, and he lets out a surprised: "Hey!" The shock of the water and the shape of the lavender mare prancing in the water are enough to lock away the last bit of memory he'd allowed to escape. With a grin, Ivar darts forward, dipping his muzzle beneath the water and bringing it up in an arch of water. He hopes to splash Kylin in return, but doesn't stop moving forward until he is close enough to see the warmth of her piebald body steaming against the chill of the water.
"Will you always stay by the sea?" He asks, the playful expression still on his handsome face despite the seemingly-serious question. "In Ischia, with your family?"