i am terrible and totally thought that it wasn't my turn. i’m so sorry for the long wait!!
i know i'm not the center of the universe
-but you keep spinning 'round me just the same
Somewhere out in the sea is Ischia. Ivar thinks, for just a brief moment, that he can see the green island on the horizon. But a wave crests and falls, and he loses it entirely. Has Kylin ever come here, he wonders, walked across the ocean to see the great volcano that warms her tropical home? He has been thinking of her more and more lately for reasons he can’t quite fathom. Shaking his head, the tobiano colt tries to clear the image of the lavender filly from his head by looking back at Warrick.
The older stallion seems lost in memory even as he answers Ivar’s question. He has seen the expression many times before; his parents often drift. He’s willing to wait for it to end though, and he does she that, taking in the streams of lava hissing into the sea with wonder in his brown eyes.
Warrick questions him then, and for a rather long while, Ivar watches the sea.
“Well,” he finally says, “I don’t want to be burnt. But if I already know what happens if I don’t help her, would choosing to help her really mean anything? Or would I be doing it just so I wasn’t punished?” He looks up at Warrick curiously, clearly expecting the bay horse to have an immediate answer. This is, perhaps, why Mother has never complained when he was ready to explore; she isn’t the one who has to answer his endless questions.
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