12-26-2018, 10:40 PM
Ivar's only experience with changes caused by the Plague have been the disappearance of the handful of Krakens who had lived on the main island. Their absence has been rather delightful, and he has had no cause for complaint. He is bothered by the fleeing of his purple companions, but has found plenty to occupy himself in the meantime.
She says shes come to get away from the rest of Beqanna, and while Ivar's preference for solitude is borne from vastly different reasons, he is somewhat empathetic. Well, as close to empathetic as a creature whose emotions have been all but washed away by the sea can be.
Ischia itself seems to be an unknown to her, something that causes the scaled kelpie to eye her somewhat more curiously. He's been to each of the lands of Beqanna save those most recently brought out of the earth with the sickness (they seem untrustworthy, having arrived with the sickness). To not know them - even the names of them - feels somehow wrong in a way he cannot quite put words to.
It is not enough to put him off though, that much is clear from the way he holds her gaze and grins at her reaction to herself. It's not an uncommon one, after all, and it puts him somewhat more at ease.
"That was almost an eye roll," Ivar tells her, the amused tone of his voice matching the smile that still lingers on the edges of his mouth. "Perhaps you need something more productive to do to distract yourself."
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She says shes come to get away from the rest of Beqanna, and while Ivar's preference for solitude is borne from vastly different reasons, he is somewhat empathetic. Well, as close to empathetic as a creature whose emotions have been all but washed away by the sea can be.
Ischia itself seems to be an unknown to her, something that causes the scaled kelpie to eye her somewhat more curiously. He's been to each of the lands of Beqanna save those most recently brought out of the earth with the sickness (they seem untrustworthy, having arrived with the sickness). To not know them - even the names of them - feels somehow wrong in a way he cannot quite put words to.
It is not enough to put him off though, that much is clear from the way he holds her gaze and grins at her reaction to herself. It's not an uncommon one, after all, and it puts him somewhat more at ease.
"That was almost an eye roll," Ivar tells her, the amused tone of his voice matching the smile that still lingers on the edges of his mouth. "Perhaps you need something more productive to do to distract yourself."
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