01-13-2019, 10:21 AM
Ivar's attention is on the mare introducing herself, but his attention last only a moment. Something is happening down the beach a ways - the water is solidifying into a horse in a manner that is far from natural. The horse that it becomes introduces himself as Juice - another member of the diplomatic envoy, it seems - but the sapphire kelpie is clearly far less pleased at the bay's arrival than he had been at Mary and Valdis. He glances at the splash stallion for a moment before back at Mary, wondering if it was her pregnancy or her sense of self-importance that required such a large party.
He doesn't begrudge her either, of course .Pregnancy is a dangerous thing and she is a young leader, still settling into her power. Still, he'd have preferred she not bring along someone with such an obvious inclination toward the unnatural.
Mary takes care of the introductions, teasing and lighthearted, though Ivar's gaze cannot help but flick toward the blue and white mare from time to time, the one who seems far less interested in chatter.
"The Plague hasn't spared Ischia any more than it has the rest of the old lands." He has heard rumors that there other new lands are as immune to the illness as it seems the Island Resort it, but Ivar has never been especially good at sharing anything - even knowledge. The diplomats from the East had made it celar that Silver Cove was the heart of the Sanctuary, leaving Ivar to fill in the gap that the Cove must be their safeland.
Where is it in the South, he wonders?
"I'd be happy to show you the island," He says to the assembled horses, "I find it less interesting than the sea, but there are some nice waterfalls." There are a great many nice things, really, but Ivar invariably prefers the sea. He gestures toward a path that leads inland. "Perhaps you can tell me more about how the South has fared while we walk?"
@[Mary]
@[Valdis]
@[Juice]
He doesn't begrudge her either, of course .Pregnancy is a dangerous thing and she is a young leader, still settling into her power. Still, he'd have preferred she not bring along someone with such an obvious inclination toward the unnatural.
Mary takes care of the introductions, teasing and lighthearted, though Ivar's gaze cannot help but flick toward the blue and white mare from time to time, the one who seems far less interested in chatter.
"The Plague hasn't spared Ischia any more than it has the rest of the old lands." He has heard rumors that there other new lands are as immune to the illness as it seems the Island Resort it, but Ivar has never been especially good at sharing anything - even knowledge. The diplomats from the East had made it celar that Silver Cove was the heart of the Sanctuary, leaving Ivar to fill in the gap that the Cove must be their safeland.
Where is it in the South, he wonders?
"I'd be happy to show you the island," He says to the assembled horses, "I find it less interesting than the sea, but there are some nice waterfalls." There are a great many nice things, really, but Ivar invariably prefers the sea. He gestures toward a path that leads inland. "Perhaps you can tell me more about how the South has fared while we walk?"
@[Mary]
@[Valdis]
@[Juice]