10-02-2018, 06:34 AM
The fall of the sun and the rise of the moon beyond the line of Nerine's oceanic horizon had greedily hoarded all of her attention that evening. Fading colors across the spectrum of tones and their seamless melding at caused her pause when her gaze just so happened to drift towards the sea. It had stilled her procession, and the cloudless sky found her dark eyes filled with nothing short of enrapture. And subconciously, her captivation had drawn her into the shallows and the surf pushed and tugged at her cannon bones with gentle succession. Tonight there was a stubborn refusal to allow her thoughts to drift back towards the troubles that followed, inspired by the simple beauty the now deep blue sky had managed to chase away.
The moon's casting glow was luminous tonight, alighting the charcoal sands in nearly a faux-daytime vibrance. A flickering movement of something glinting in said light pulls her attention away from the dark horizon. Moments sweep by, and admittedly the stallion who slowly fills the distance between them is not the one she had initially thought him to be. Leilan had recently opted to make the harsh coast his home, so it would not had been entirely out of character to find him wandering the slate toned shores, especially if he was in search of her for whatever reason that may be. But if it wasn't the tangled mass of salt stained mane or the distinctive pattern of metallic gold and blue that gave away his true identity, then it would be the apathetic voice that carried towards her above the din of the sea.
"Ivar," she says slowly, not bothering to mask the subtle surprise in her own voice, making a small sound at the back of her throat that might be perceived as a laugh. "I believe that statement is arguable." Breckin smiles suggestively, implying passively that she and he both knew that the likes of such predators were not limited to the water's reach. The smile he offers raises evocative memories, and the predatory grin that lies beneath his lips is not easily forgotten. "What brings your annoyingly attractive face to Nerine tonight."
@[Ivar]
The moon's casting glow was luminous tonight, alighting the charcoal sands in nearly a faux-daytime vibrance. A flickering movement of something glinting in said light pulls her attention away from the dark horizon. Moments sweep by, and admittedly the stallion who slowly fills the distance between them is not the one she had initially thought him to be. Leilan had recently opted to make the harsh coast his home, so it would not had been entirely out of character to find him wandering the slate toned shores, especially if he was in search of her for whatever reason that may be. But if it wasn't the tangled mass of salt stained mane or the distinctive pattern of metallic gold and blue that gave away his true identity, then it would be the apathetic voice that carried towards her above the din of the sea.
"Ivar," she says slowly, not bothering to mask the subtle surprise in her own voice, making a small sound at the back of her throat that might be perceived as a laugh. "I believe that statement is arguable." Breckin smiles suggestively, implying passively that she and he both knew that the likes of such predators were not limited to the water's reach. The smile he offers raises evocative memories, and the predatory grin that lies beneath his lips is not easily forgotten. "What brings your annoyingly attractive face to Nerine tonight."
@[Ivar]