The kind whicker emitted is welcoming to his ears. The cords float to him in a familiar tone, causing a relieved smile to find his lips. Willing himself to approach, his head parts the thick foliage to find the lavender and cream mare hovering over a purplish body. Her eyes attentively fixed on the life she has just birthed.
Cautiously he nears her. His muzzle resting against her hip as he comes up along her side. His head then lowers to gaze upon their creation. The bright amethyst filly wiggles about and he greets her with a soft whicker. Nudging the child gently with the bridge of his nose before rising slightly, "What name did you choose?" He inquires of the mare. It was only right she chose it.
When he gathers the name, he tastes it upon his own tongue, "Kyveli." It causes him to smile happily as he gazes upon her again. The filly was beautiful in every way, just as he expected. Just like its mother. His head turns to Kylin and brushes along her cheek, "She's beautiful Kylin."
Even the excitement of meeting his daughter did not hide the lingering scent he finds on Kylin's flesh. Instantly his eyes see images of the beach, of the battlegrounds, of Sylva. Ivars' scent was linked to so many things in his life and suddenly his walls crumble around him. The ex-king's sudden aroma present now, must mean he has returned.
Returned for Kylin.
The sudden thought causes him to lean away from her. Not wanting to upset the child though, he doesn't move far. He silently questions Kylin with no more than his posture and look of betrayal on his face. Was this what, no, who she had been waiting for? Why she wouldn't leave the island? His head shakes the thoughts away. This moment was to precious to be ruined by such thoughts. Again he leans in to press his muzzle into Kylin's neck. Whispers leave his lips, "You have your family now. The one you always wanted." Even if it didn't involve him anymore, he wants to add.
@[Kylin] @[Kyveli]