07-06-2017, 07:42 AM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take The tone of her admonishment makes him smile. Ivar in unaccustomed to having his motives questioned, but he is not offended. If anything, it’s refreshing, intriguing. Equally intriguing is her coquettish smile, and the way his teenage brain interprets her statement about ‘getting ahead of himself’ as meaning there might be somewhere to get at all. “I’m Ivar,” he tells her, watching as her eyes rove over the smooth scaling across his body. The scales had come with maturity, appearing in quick-growing patches that soon overtook the perfectly normal horse hide. It’s from his parents, he knows, though both of them seem able to control whether they are haired or sleek. Ivar, on the other hand, is permanently scaled. “I live in Sylva,” he tells her, “but I know that if you go north - toward the river – the trees are thick enough that snow can’t reach the ground. There’s plenty to eat there.” There’s nothing dishonest in what he has to say; there really is better grazing closer to the river. Ivar isn’t quite sure she’ll trust him though. He doesn’t blame her – he’s just a stranger in the woods. “Though if you’re looking for something to replace Tephra in addition to a meal, I might be able to help you there as well.” |
ooc: yep! head to hoof ;)