Isobell
i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea
The words she should be using to thank Ivar for taking her home have yet to formulate in her mouth. For now she stares at the rising sun, walking next to the scaled man, hoof step to hoof step. He glistens in the glow of a fresh autumn morning. She finds her silver eyes would rather look upon him than the sunrise."Ivar," her words are weighted with something, perhaps sleepiness for the night's festivities, "thank you for walking me home." She gives him a small, sleepy smile with the tilt of her head before pressing her muzzle rather politely against one of his scaled shoulders. She is weary with sleep and her hooves feel far too heavy but the painted mare moves along the stallion's left side and near the water.
The night had been rather magical despite the way the pale king had eyed her flesh. Isobell felt the hunger in those red eyes crawl around her brain and attempt to grasp the most tender parts of her body...but Ivar had stepped in and whisked her away like a true prince (of Sylva haha!). Isobell giggles softly to herself as the exhaustion was almost overwhelming. Tired?" She asks knowing damn well he is but the temptation to curl up next to his body was something she thought was worth asking a stupid question for. She is lightheaded and giddy as the after affects of her inebriation are slow to wear off and surely he would like to take a rest.