10-08-2017, 11:31 AM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take
“Don’t be.” He replies. Easier said than done, Ivar supposes, and he turns away. He is heading toward the river, leaving the quivering champagne creature alone after all. It seems that way, at least until he looks back over his pale shoulder at where Ichor stands. “You coming?” Calls the piebald stallion, pausing midstep to see if the rainbow-eyed mare will come to the water with him. Fear might hold her in place, but it has never done so to Ivar, so he does not think of it as a possibility. Of course she will come to the water. She will take a deep breath of the water and it will flow down her downy neck exactly like it is supposed to. After all, Ivar has never accidentally breathed water into his lungs. If anything, he’s more likely to forget he is drinking and lose a mouthful to his gills. Surely the same will be true for a creature that is part eel? |