The fairy had taken away the pain, but some things do not heal as quickly as others. Had he been a land creature, he might have been fine, but the salt stings his newly scarred skin, and Ivar is forced onto the beach before he reaches his final destination.
He twists his head, looking down at the shiny pink scar that spreads from his chest to his left shoulder. A burn scar - something that a water creature should not ever had had to deal with. Ivar huffs irritably before glancing uo the beach. It is not as empty as he had hoped, despite the late hour. The piebald creature peers through the darkness, but the other equine is too far away to identify.
With his luck, it'll be an overzealous guard of...whatever it is that Ischia is now. A brotherhood? The idea is ridiculous, especially when they allow women into their ranks, but given that the Amazons of Nerine have devolved into something as equally co-ed, Ivar is not surprised. While the kelpie has not bothered with kingdom matters since his departure from Loess, it is impossible to not overhear the occasional gossip.
Ivar tells himself that he'll wait until his scar stops stinging, and then he'll finish his trip home. Their island is not too far, and Isobell has been alone with Lothbrok all day. That's not something Ivar would wish on anyone, especially not on his heavily pregnant mate, for all that she is his mother.
He glances once more at the equine on the beach before being distracted by the glimmer of a fish below the water. Ivar cocks his head, and then in one swift motion, ducks his head below the water to grab it. He swallows it with minimal fuss; it was a small wrasse and barely more than a mouthful.
@[Deiti]
He twists his head, looking down at the shiny pink scar that spreads from his chest to his left shoulder. A burn scar - something that a water creature should not ever had had to deal with. Ivar huffs irritably before glancing uo the beach. It is not as empty as he had hoped, despite the late hour. The piebald creature peers through the darkness, but the other equine is too far away to identify.
With his luck, it'll be an overzealous guard of...whatever it is that Ischia is now. A brotherhood? The idea is ridiculous, especially when they allow women into their ranks, but given that the Amazons of Nerine have devolved into something as equally co-ed, Ivar is not surprised. While the kelpie has not bothered with kingdom matters since his departure from Loess, it is impossible to not overhear the occasional gossip.
Ivar tells himself that he'll wait until his scar stops stinging, and then he'll finish his trip home. Their island is not too far, and Isobell has been alone with Lothbrok all day. That's not something Ivar would wish on anyone, especially not on his heavily pregnant mate, for all that she is his mother.
He glances once more at the equine on the beach before being distracted by the glimmer of a fish below the water. Ivar cocks his head, and then in one swift motion, ducks his head below the water to grab it. He swallows it with minimal fuss; it was a small wrasse and barely more than a mouthful.
@[Deiti]