04-30-2020, 11:16 PM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take It isn’t until Xi speaks that Ivar realizes there is something amiss with the way she sounds. With the way the world sounds. Aren’t things usually louder up here? His gold-tipped ears flicker curiously. Yes, he’s very certain that sound should be better up here, and yet his auditory senses tell him he’s underwater. Ivar shakes his head sharply. That should dislodge any water in his ears – the usual cause of cause distortions. It does not help. The kelpie nearly opens his mouth to ask the others if they hear it too when he puts together what they’d been saying, shaking his head slowly as if in response to Quietude’s excitement about explosions. Well, he is shaking his head to that, but also to the realization that the black creature is the source of the unnatural sounds. It is beautiful, her performance. There is sometimes a rhythm to wind, and there are many harmonies in nature, but this is something else entirely. Ivar hates it. He scowls – a very handsome scowl – at the beaming filly and then moves it to the peach mare who apparently causes unpredictable explosions. This is exactly why he does not leave his island, Ivar thinks. The world beyond his carefully manicured paradise is full of ear magicians and bomb-makers and all sorts of distasteful creatures. His belly rumbles, pinched tight with hunger after nothing but a meagre morning meal, but neither of the horses in front of him looking nearly as appetizing as they had a moment ago. “This is the Field,” he agrees with the younger pegasus, “But it’s loud. Go northwest. You’ll find empty spaces. Maybe Hyaline’s mountains.” Anywhere but Ischia, he thinks, his slow step movement backward a clear indication that he means to take her up on the fact that he’s free to leave. that if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind |
@[Xi]
@[Quietude]