For the most part, Ivar has ignored Kylin's eldest daughter. He ignores most of the children, really, but he has made a concerted effort to avoid dealing with her one-on-one. Kyveli is kept as safe as the rest of the island residents, of course, because he does not ill-wish her, but the piebald stallion feels no more emotional connection to the violet filly than he does to the igneous rocks that make up the southern edge of their island.
He'd not planned to change that pattern, so when the kelpie rounds a downed palm and nearly runs headfirst into the young horse, his irritated scowl is deeper than necessary.
Ivar backs away, his hooves sinking into the still-damp sand as he attempts to regain his balance. It's been months since he'd last seen the girl, he realizes, and she is much taller than he remembers. Taller than Kylin too, he sees, having just left the pinto mare dozing in a shady copse. She looks like a blend of her parents, something that puzzles Ivar even as he solves it - will eventually all the purple horses look the same?
Their incestual habits aren't something the kelpie has ever understood, and he wonders if the twisted desire is ingrained in their genetics or is simply the product of culture. Will Kyveli seek out a cousin when she is ready for romance? Perhaps an elder half-brother? It seems strange to think that someone he still remembers as a child might soon be old enough for children of her own, but the purple horse in front of him is certainly closer to maturity than infancy.
"You should watch where you're going." He says, but there is no real irritation in his voice, and even his scowl has faded. Ivar is distracted by the promise of a distant flash of lightening. Another storm, like the one that had downed this palm? He can only hope. The potential of a hurricane softens him just enough that he does not leave Kyveli's presence immediately, but rather watches the way the lightning plays off the glitter of her coat and the translucent reflection of her fish-like fins.
It's not like he's ever given a reason for avoiding her in the past, so he finds no need to think of a reason that he has decided to not avoid her on this early spring day either. It doesn't occur to him that she might wonder about his motivations. The handsome kelpie has always been able to slip out of difficult conversations after all, and he suspects that Kyveli will be just as susceptible to hypnotic suggestion as her mother should the need arise.
@[Kyveli]
I thought maybe they could use some interaction :D
He'd not planned to change that pattern, so when the kelpie rounds a downed palm and nearly runs headfirst into the young horse, his irritated scowl is deeper than necessary.
Ivar backs away, his hooves sinking into the still-damp sand as he attempts to regain his balance. It's been months since he'd last seen the girl, he realizes, and she is much taller than he remembers. Taller than Kylin too, he sees, having just left the pinto mare dozing in a shady copse. She looks like a blend of her parents, something that puzzles Ivar even as he solves it - will eventually all the purple horses look the same?
Their incestual habits aren't something the kelpie has ever understood, and he wonders if the twisted desire is ingrained in their genetics or is simply the product of culture. Will Kyveli seek out a cousin when she is ready for romance? Perhaps an elder half-brother? It seems strange to think that someone he still remembers as a child might soon be old enough for children of her own, but the purple horse in front of him is certainly closer to maturity than infancy.
"You should watch where you're going." He says, but there is no real irritation in his voice, and even his scowl has faded. Ivar is distracted by the promise of a distant flash of lightening. Another storm, like the one that had downed this palm? He can only hope. The potential of a hurricane softens him just enough that he does not leave Kyveli's presence immediately, but rather watches the way the lightning plays off the glitter of her coat and the translucent reflection of her fish-like fins.
It's not like he's ever given a reason for avoiding her in the past, so he finds no need to think of a reason that he has decided to not avoid her on this early spring day either. It doesn't occur to him that she might wonder about his motivations. The handsome kelpie has always been able to slip out of difficult conversations after all, and he suspects that Kyveli will be just as susceptible to hypnotic suggestion as her mother should the need arise.
@[Kyveli]
I thought maybe they could use some interaction :D