The violet girl is cheerful. Almost startlingly so, and for a moment Ivar scrutinizes her more closely. From her wide grin to her tall(er than Kylin) height, the ombre cuts a striking figure, and that is without her glittering purple coat. She'll draw the boys in, he thinks suddenly, and he is reminded of how he had kept Jhene in the caves of Loess to avoid that very thing.
Kylin would miss her though, the kelpie realizes, and so the risk is too high. His dashed intentions serve to deepen the scowl already on his face. It is a sharp contrast to Kyveli's smiling expression, but even an ugly scowl does nothing to tarnish his impossibly handsome face. The storm crashes behind him, illuminating the sea and casting the finned filly into stark relief.
There will be no good hunting today, the kelpie knows. Kylin prefers the safety of the shore on rough days like these, and he is still weary from his encounter with the spotted mare. She had put up more of a fight than he'd imagined she would, and the hunter is not well-rested enough for another struggle. Not with a young horse early his height, at least, and certainly not on land.
So with Kyveli firmly thought of as not prey, the salt-stained stallion does his best to give her a smile (and because of what he is it will come off charming and endearing and alluring). "I was going to go for a swim." He says truthfully. With any luck she'll run back to her mother and prepare to hide out from the storm.
@[Kyveli]
Kylin would miss her though, the kelpie realizes, and so the risk is too high. His dashed intentions serve to deepen the scowl already on his face. It is a sharp contrast to Kyveli's smiling expression, but even an ugly scowl does nothing to tarnish his impossibly handsome face. The storm crashes behind him, illuminating the sea and casting the finned filly into stark relief.
There will be no good hunting today, the kelpie knows. Kylin prefers the safety of the shore on rough days like these, and he is still weary from his encounter with the spotted mare. She had put up more of a fight than he'd imagined she would, and the hunter is not well-rested enough for another struggle. Not with a young horse early his height, at least, and certainly not on land.
So with Kyveli firmly thought of as not prey, the salt-stained stallion does his best to give her a smile (and because of what he is it will come off charming and endearing and alluring). "I was going to go for a swim." He says truthfully. With any luck she'll run back to her mother and prepare to hide out from the storm.
@[Kyveli]