 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take Leaving the leather winged mare to whatever it is she does when they are apart, the blue tobiano makes his way through the sparse greenery at the heart of his island. The tropical forest is not large – certainly not compared to the main island of Ischia, but at least a half-hour passes before he emerges into the sunshine along his southern shore. The setting sun to the west is caught behind the tallest of Ischia’s mountains. Ivar smiles to himself at calling them mountains; there was a time when something that tall wasn’t even a foothill. He remembers this, even if the exact memory of Hyaline is fogged by the passage of time. It’s been ages since the piebald creature had seen them; he often forgets that time passes at all. (He’s been on this island for seven years, and in Ischia nearly fifteen). Ivar doesn’t mind this, nor does he care much that one day is very like the one before it, and little altered from any ahead. He counts the passage of time with Isobell’s children, and there have not been any for several springs. He’d humored her, and not drowned the black filly that was certainly not his after she’d taken an unsanctioned visit to Loess, and yet still she rebuffed his advances. Though she claims it is his occasional remarks that he’s not seen Angelique, and that perhaps she’d been eaten by one of her better siblings, Ivar is not convinced. She’d not turned him down this morning (finally), and after his foray into the jungle with Wrena, the bright-eyed kelpie is feeling remarkably peaceable on this warm autumn evening. He slips into the water, allowing the water to lull him to sleep, and wakes only when his back scrapes against the shallows. Ivar is not certain where he’s drifted to while asleep, and he slowly rolls over, yawning, to orient himself to the beach. The sun has set further still, leaving only a dim line of orange in the west, and most of the beach around him cast into shadow. that if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind |
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he fell asleep in the water and drifted so they can be wherever in ischia