03-27-2017, 12:51 PM
The first thing Ivar sees is his father's face.
It is difficult to make out against the shadows, but the movement when he speaks is helpful, and Ivar wills his blurry eyes to focus. They do, and then his attention moves to the other face, a bit paler and easier to make out in the moonlight. Ivar doesn't smile, as some children might, he just watches with a rather somber expression on his small face. His belly is full, but the chill of the water is spreading, and discomfort eventually forces his to act.
He stands quickly, which is rather remarkable. Of course, when he falls forward on his first step and lands face first in the shallow water, his gracefulness is revealed as the fluke it was. He comes up sputtering, but he was born in the water and is not entirely shocked. He struggles more to stand this time, but eventually he trips his way over his mother's hind legs and around her rump.
With a small sigh, he steps into the small sliver of space between the bodies of his parents (which is really just a gap between their bodies and his hooves are on Djinni's back and Stillwater's side). He then drops down, wedging his body between them with a more satisfied-sounding sigh. He works his way father between them with a wiggle, and then rests his dark head against his father's chest with a contented little whuffling noise. Ivar closes his eyes and falls asleep.
It is difficult to make out against the shadows, but the movement when he speaks is helpful, and Ivar wills his blurry eyes to focus. They do, and then his attention moves to the other face, a bit paler and easier to make out in the moonlight. Ivar doesn't smile, as some children might, he just watches with a rather somber expression on his small face. His belly is full, but the chill of the water is spreading, and discomfort eventually forces his to act.
He stands quickly, which is rather remarkable. Of course, when he falls forward on his first step and lands face first in the shallow water, his gracefulness is revealed as the fluke it was. He comes up sputtering, but he was born in the water and is not entirely shocked. He struggles more to stand this time, but eventually he trips his way over his mother's hind legs and around her rump.
With a small sigh, he steps into the small sliver of space between the bodies of his parents (which is really just a gap between their bodies and his hooves are on Djinni's back and Stillwater's side). He then drops down, wedging his body between them with a more satisfied-sounding sigh. He works his way father between them with a wiggle, and then rests his dark head against his father's chest with a contented little whuffling noise. Ivar closes his eyes and falls asleep.