there on dead body shore.

[Ivar]

I V A R i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take “Never?” Ivar repeats, his brown eyes widening as she admits to never having heard of a hot spring. “What are they even teaching you women in Nerine if you don’t even know what a hot spring is?” Calling her a woman rather than a child, he casually admits the way he sees her without resorting to the typical lascivious perusal of her figure. He is testing the waters with enjoyment, curious as to which approach might be the most successful. Ivar has never hunted quite like this before, but he finds in enthralling. Perhaps there is a grain of truth to the legend of kelpies preferring to seduce young virgins. “Would you like to see one?” He asks, attempting to tease the shadow of a smile that he suspects he is witnessing into a more tangible thing. “At least you’d get more from your trip away from Nerine than standing in the rain at the River.” There seems to be nothing unscrupulous about his offer; he has been the perfect gentleman thus far. kelpie mimicry | dragon scales | tactile hypnosis