04-10-2019, 09:51 AM
Ischia has fallen into a peaceful lull. With the retirement of kelpie king, Isobell succeeds him in a quiet way. She traces the edge of the water line with her small daughter at her side. A pretty child, her long legs are still unsure of movements as the sand proves to be troublesome at times, Isobell stabilizes the filly with the sureness of her muzzle.
The girl, typically black with blue and gold ringlets, brightens unconscious to that of a brilliant fuchsia of a nearby flowering vine. Svana has yet to notice this peculiar trait but Isobell minds it all with a smile. Her daughter also has been born kelpie in her water birth (something Iso does with each babe to ensure their ability) but the girl also wears a pair of dragon wings as a nod to her lineage.
This day on the isle is unremarkable as most as the Khaleesi walks her small child along the beach. She speaks softly, directing her muzzle to various plants and creatures, speaking their names as the child’s skin shifts from fuchsia to violet to buttery yellow.
(I have to type on my phone because I forgot my laptop...forgive me!)
The girl, typically black with blue and gold ringlets, brightens unconscious to that of a brilliant fuchsia of a nearby flowering vine. Svana has yet to notice this peculiar trait but Isobell minds it all with a smile. Her daughter also has been born kelpie in her water birth (something Iso does with each babe to ensure their ability) but the girl also wears a pair of dragon wings as a nod to her lineage.
This day on the isle is unremarkable as most as the Khaleesi walks her small child along the beach. She speaks softly, directing her muzzle to various plants and creatures, speaking their names as the child’s skin shifts from fuchsia to violet to buttery yellow.
(I have to type on my phone because I forgot my laptop...forgive me!)