05-23-2020, 06:41 AM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take There is more moonlight than Ivar would prefer on a hunt, but it there are few enough other risks on this hunt. The light makes the mare easy to see, at least, even with her coloring. The wind is with him, and so he knows it is not his cold roan. Something new, then, something he has not had a dozen times before. Perhaps he should hunt outside of Ischia more often. “Going for a swim?” Ivar asks as he draws near. His golden eyes leave her so that he might better pick his way across the rocky beach (though his sapphire ears never do). He sounds only mildly interested, as though he asks out of politeness for finding her on this beach and nothing more. The kelpie doesn’t come near enough that conversation seems his intent tonight. Instead, he makes his way to the edge of the water, extending one pale foreleg into the water. He draws it back with a start, as though surprised by the chill, and then puts it in again, and soon stands a few paces from shore, the water at his knees. “Used to warmer water,” He says offhandedly, polite without meaning to intrude on the solitude. It seems clear he means to take a swim himself and not to bother her here on the shore for much longer. But he’d spoken to her, and he knows that it’s considered rude not to at least wait for an answer. Ivar is unconcerned with such trivialities, of course, but he has found that prey is often calmed by the familiar. They are drawn in like other things too, of course, like the half-smile on his curious face while he watches her over his shoulder. @[Brine] that if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind |