07-01-2017, 03:22 PM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take When Kylin tells him that the parrots are the only other animals on the island, Ivar looks up again. Parrots – different from macaws, he is certain. They’re smaller and Ivar father likes their rainbow of colors. He’s always been fond of the unnatural: perhaps because his mother changed herself so many times during his childhood. Bristol’s amethyst wings, Longclaw’s blue coat, Heda’s navy wings: he has fond memories of these all. Kylin’s lavender and white coat is no different, and as he searches the branches overhead, Ivar finds no bird with a shade of lavender quite like the worn by the filly beside him. Yes, he decides, she is special. What that means to him exactly isn’t quite clear, for the thought leaves him as soon as he follows Kylin’s gaze to the tree. “Woah,” he says with genuine appreciation. “That’s huge.” Ivar is trying to remember if he’s ever seen a tree so large before. He is walking closer without conscious thought, brushing through the greenery as he draws nearer. Ivar trusts that Kylin isn’t far behind him as they make their way to the base of the Mother Tree. “Oh yeah,” he says, his voice somewhat muffled from the way his head is positioned. He’s looking directly up as high as he can, to the distant leaves the block the sunlight. “This is definitely the biggest tree I’ve seen. I mean, Loess had some pretty big ones and the Taiga’s are really high, but I think this one wins.” He lists the foreign kingdoms casually, as though it’s only expected that one has seen the trees across Beqanna. “Did you know,” asks Ivar as he brings his gaze down from the canopy and back to Kylin, “That all of Beqanna isn’t even ten years old yet? She says this whole place just popped up out of nowhere and the ‘Old Beqanna’ disappeared. That’s what my Mom said.” |