01-04-2019, 08:16 PM
Ivar stands at the edge of the beach, shaded from the hot sun by the thick canopy of evergreens. Sleeping through the cacophony of parrots has long since become a habit, and it is now the changes in their constant chirruping that is more likely to disturb him.
It does so now, an eruption of calls that suggests someone new on the island. Ivar's eyes blink open immediately but the piebald creature remains quite still. His sapphire blue ears flick from the damp tangle of his dark mane, and pale nostrils flare to catch the warm breeze that blows the smell of the disturbance directly toward him. Some of it is familiar, and once he has moved forward to round a curve in the beach, the kelpie knows why.
Raul, no longer a gawky colt, stands on the white sand beach like someone who needs to be invited. It is an unfamiliar look on him, but given how he has changed, perhaps that is understandable. Ivar wonders if perhaps Castile has told the young stallion that he'd been here, or if the colorful buckskin has come back for a different reason. Whatever the reasoning behind his winter arrival, Ivar is pleased to see the young stallion. Sabra's reappearance had rid him of the weight of responsibility for the boys, but the kelpi's instinct has made both Raul and Santana family-by-proxy, and he is curious what the two of them have been up to, and where they have been.
"Raul!" Calls the tricolored creature, moving forward at a steady trot across the warm sand. There's a smile on his pale face when he draws to a stop, looking over the young stallion for a moment before meeting his gaze directly. "What brings you back to Ischia?"
@[Raul]
It does so now, an eruption of calls that suggests someone new on the island. Ivar's eyes blink open immediately but the piebald creature remains quite still. His sapphire blue ears flick from the damp tangle of his dark mane, and pale nostrils flare to catch the warm breeze that blows the smell of the disturbance directly toward him. Some of it is familiar, and once he has moved forward to round a curve in the beach, the kelpie knows why.
Raul, no longer a gawky colt, stands on the white sand beach like someone who needs to be invited. It is an unfamiliar look on him, but given how he has changed, perhaps that is understandable. Ivar wonders if perhaps Castile has told the young stallion that he'd been here, or if the colorful buckskin has come back for a different reason. Whatever the reasoning behind his winter arrival, Ivar is pleased to see the young stallion. Sabra's reappearance had rid him of the weight of responsibility for the boys, but the kelpi's instinct has made both Raul and Santana family-by-proxy, and he is curious what the two of them have been up to, and where they have been.
"Raul!" Calls the tricolored creature, moving forward at a steady trot across the warm sand. There's a smile on his pale face when he draws to a stop, looking over the young stallion for a moment before meeting his gaze directly. "What brings you back to Ischia?"
@[Raul]