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[Ivar]

Ivar is no less able to parse out the meaning of his sibling’s actions than Deiti is, but the kelpie is also less inclined to care. So long as there is no threat to Ivar, Lochwood could attempt cartwheels down the beach and he’d barely bat an eye. Is this what family means, then? Ivar has never really had a sibling – at least not one he knows about. Castile had been almost a brother, but he’s not seen the dragon since Castile scared his shoulder with flame in the Alliance. Lochwood, on the other hand, he has no history with, and yet finds that the boy feels less of a threat to the kelpie than the squawking parrots overhead that have begun to settle in for the night.

The scaled stallion nods when she repeats his claim on the island; he is a bit proud, after all. He had thought himself content with the smaller island to the west, but now that the Krakens have abandoned the entire place he has realized exactly what he was missing out on. Leaning into the mare’s touch is done without thought, lowering his head so she might reach the crest of his neck that he can never quite scratch. When she asks if they are brothers he nods again, adding an uncharacteristically humorous:

“Unfortunately,” before she is stepping closer to Lochwood. Ivar doesn’t follow, but instead grins, curious how much he and his brother might have in common. “Don’t worry,” he tells the dun Lochwood, “Her bite is much better than her bark.”