"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
How was he supposed to know they would take him seriously, he was only joking.
For the most part.
Whatever, doesn’t matter.
Either way, best he left, scoot himself out of the way and stay out of sight. Enough time passed, they would forget about it, Ivo just needed to be patient- not an easy feat.
Truth is, Ivo was not a creature of virtue, isn’t that how it goes, the thing about patience?
From the moment he was born, hes been a rather vocal, squalling thing. There was always just something the matter, not quite right, in the way, etc, etc. Look, if there was something to complain about, you can count on him to find it, and let you know about it.
Anyways, he has always been spoiled, a mama’s boy. A brat. I’m not sure if anyone would consider him someone especially pleasant to be around, he might be okay to look at, but other than that- it was a trying process to find a positive trait.
Killdare would often find busy work for him when he was a child, just to gain some relief from his persistent pestering and whining. You know, usually people grow out of that, and in some ways the earth toned man had- however, there is always room for improvement. Ivo still has a ways to go.
For now, the grown child is losing himself to a river bank, aimlessly wandering the damp earth and looking over his shoulder. “Ugh,” you can just guess how that sounds, he’s been inconvenienced. “You really smell awful,” each word is directed to the river, deaf ears to fall on, the damp soil and the wet that is just not sitting well with his sense of smell.
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside could have so many ragged holes inside
He has felt more himself these days than ever - his dragon shape fits like a glove. And yet, after dealing with Straia and Sabra, something about him is humbled enough. When he leaves the meadow towards the forest, his enlarged shape changes - when the idea crosses his mind that he would weave between the trees like he had when he escaped Loess, like he had when he found Cinder and escorted him back to Loess - then, he suddenly is a horse again.
He didn’t even reach the trees - the river showed him his reflection, and a long sigh escaped the handsome stallion as he stretched his limbs and shook his crest. ”Aaah.” Content. Just look at his handsome face.
Of course no girls are around to admire him, so he doesn’t linger long, following the river upstream. He probably should go to the Field or something, but he likes to linger a bit.
He reaches the other male without much thought, but when he does, he immediately outs a low chuckle, as to announce his presence - seeing as he couldn’t help but overhear the bay stallion. ”And I suppose you smell like roses?” he offers with a smirk: though it’s not malicious, there is a mischievous gleam in his green eyes. As his tail sways softly to the side to catch a small irritation - perhaps a drop of water splashing upwards - he looks the guy over. Bay, indigo points, traces of draft in him as well as some other breeds; not unlike himself.
Lacking any sort of absolute need to be polite, he steps closer and makes a show of sniffing the bay, then shakes his head with disappointment. ”Nope, sorry. No roses.”
The roan shakes his ice-scaled crest, having noticed no scent marks on the male whatsoever, he might as well introduce and see what comes off of it. ”I’m Leilan, Freyr of Icicle Isle. Also known as king of soot and ashes, since it’s recently burned.” A snort, humorous in nature. ”No roses there either, unfortunately. I’d so hoped you’d be different.”
Perhaps, if the guy hears only on the surface, he thinks this is a stupid conversation - and then the scaled roan may have a bit of fun with that. For a trained ear, perhaps there’s something more - but it remains to be seen if they match, so he doesn’t offer anything right away. This isn’t the Field, for crying out loud, and he’s certainly not desperate yet.
@[Ivo]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
03-12-2020, 11:25 AM (This post was last modified: 03-12-2020, 11:29 AM by Ivo.)
The river doesn’t smell the best, maybe it’s the wet banks, or the muck of plant and algae- he’s not a doctor okay?
Anyways, so the path he ended up choosing, wasn’t his favorite, probably none of the paths would have been. He even questioned this one in particular, only for a moment, he felt like he had to hurry, so that’s just what he did. Walk away, keep your nose down, except it isn’t really down- I’m not sure he knows how to accomplish that. That would mean admitting he was wrong- which he isn’t, I can assure you.
Why are there things you shouldn’t say anyways? Who came up with that rule?
Ivo pouts, (throws a tantrum more like), along the water, just minding his own- when his sulking is interrupted. The glint from the sun takes a shine to his dark sapphire eyes, and they do not hide that he feels insulted- slightly.
More than slightly, hand to chest just confronted- what did this guy just say?
The other’s actions completely take him aback, honestly, he can’t believe his ears right now.
“Oh, well, excuse me, but I’ve bathed quite recently I’ll have you know,” his neck pulls back and his nostrils flare with the nerve that’s been touched. He sucks in a long breath, oh and it is awful, a bad idea but he won’t allow that to stop him. The river stink mixed with the musk of the other male- it’s just not what one would bottle up and call, eu de parfum.
“Soot and ashes, you know, they tried to burn my home down once too- don’t worry you’ll get over it.”
Would he though, was Ivo even over it himself? He was the one bringing it up and all.
“I think I’d rather be the King of soot, than icicles anyways,” Ivo would have rather been the King of a forest, like his Father before him.
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside could have so many ragged holes inside
Oh, lovely, it’s a bit of a hothead - though cool enough not to explode, he supposes… oh well. Let’s leave the temperature-linked thoughts behind, Leilan would say - he’s not being welcomed warmly yet, so really, really he shouldn’t.
Luckily for the trickster, shouldn’t and wouldn’t are two entirely different words.
He smiles a bit at the other male, stepping back just enough to avoid a blow should it come. Not that he couldn’t handle him, but because he prefers to go around bruise-less. ”Tut tut, no need to get offended. I never said you didn’t bathe at all - and roses are out of season anyway.” he grins, temporarily adding a flickering mix of horse and predator teeth to his already ice-covered face.
The male says he can sort-of relate to the burning, though in an impolite enough manner that Leilan isn’t particularly worried about having offended the other too badly. ”Did they? Not recently is it?” he wonders aloud. He didn’t smell Tephran, or even Taigan. He would have recognized those anywhere.
”I personally liked the ice, you know. Maybe that should be my revenge.” he snorts humorously, cold emitted from his nostrils only a tiny bit, as just a… hint, maybe, at what he’s capable of - easily missed. The scaled roan’s shoulders make a shrug-like motion as he continues. ”Then again, I reckon ashes can make fertile building ground; that’s actually why I claimed it back. Plus, there’s plenty of… let’s say enthusiastic fresh water springs to go around, too, these days. They’re pretty exciting.” he offers another mischievous smile, sideways-glancing at the smelly mud that the other had hated so much. Hot and cold geysers, and granite had no mud like this, though some of the hot ones held some interesting sulfur-producing bacteria; then again the salty sea air was wonderful enough in itself if one needed a break from it.
If the other were inclined to visit, he imagines the indigo-pointed male would need lots of breaks.
He pauses a little, realizing he knows nothing much about the other - well other than that he is very sensitive to smells. ”So how’d you end up here, anyway?” That is: how come he’s alone and homeless, if he used to have one? Clearly, he did not favour the riverlands either.
@[Ivo]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
Hmmph he tossed his head a bit, rolled a shoulder and looked away. Of all the things to happen, right now, after all that mess.
Antagonized by some, some, well- he isn’t really sure what he was- dragons and ice did not immediately mesh together in his mind. He’s surely not simple, just fairly unimaginative, which is odd, don’t you think- in a world so full of Magic?
”Oh it’s been ages now, before that mountain sucked the Chamber all up” lifetimes ago really, when the Chamber still took root in dark soil and even darker creatures crept through the pines. Monsters, isn’t that what they called them?
Ivo still hears the steady thrum of a heart at times, when all is too quiet and the silence begs to be broken.
“There’s stuff hanging on your nose by the way, uh-,” what does he call him, this stranger? A side look follows, the depth of his sapphire colored eyes extends. It wasn’t really hanging there, it sort of trickled out in an all too familiar way.
Dark, the glint leaves his eyes for a moment, the shine dissipating- he doesn’t want to think about that right now.
“Here? No reason, why, what have you heard?” Oh no, no way was he going to say he did anything. He didn’t, it was all a misunderstanding, I can assure you. Was he not allowed to suggest a change? “I missed home of course,” yes, of course, isn’t that a perfectly normal reason? No one would suspect a thing, he had family here, somewhere, he hopes.
(His brothers and sisters, his Mother, he took a brief moment to wish them safe and alive. He took a brief moment to inwardly chastise himself too, how could he be so distant, after everything?)
“Exciting water,” its more of a mumble than a question, words under breath and uncertainty leaking from his dyed lips. The world seemed to be even more bizarre than he had left it.
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside could have so many ragged holes inside
”The Chamber, huh?” Been living under a rock for a while then - or outside Beqanna like him. He doesn’t recall if they’d ever been allies or enemies in the past with the Jungle - probably at some point, but he only vaguely recalls the Falls and Desert being called allies. But Leilan himself had never truly felt like he fit in the Jungle, and he certainly wouldn’t nowadays.
For goodness sake, the guy could lose some stiffness. ”Oh, I’ll find someone to wipe it off on soon.” he answers in a nonchalant tone as if they aren’t talking about something really gross - well, if it truly was something on his nose. He already knows it’s snow or ice though. Damn but does this guy remind him of his nephew. ”Leilan’s just fine, thank you. What should I call you?” he grins, a bluish glow possibly visible somewhere down there, then literally swallows whatever additions he was about to give - stick, maybe, just like Trekori - at the sight of the other male looking away with a frown.
”I haven’t heard anything, and perhaps I feel like I don’t need to know.” he tilts his head at the younger man. Apparently something happened that the guys in even the Chamber had not wanted him any more, and that was quite enough intel. He shrugs, uninterested. ”You make it sound like it’s time for a new start. An empty slate is all I have, but if you want it, I’ll give you a piece - if you’re willing to work for your new reputation.” he wonders at the dark male before him.
He grins a little. ”I’m sure the new geysers would be excited to see you.” They’re excited to see anyone, just like Leilan, but hey. Maybe Jesla can be the more hospitable host; Leilan’s here for the hard workers.
Unless he’s got something better to do, he wonders. The question may already be alive in his face however, without having to be spoken aloud. And perhaps he does have somewhere else to visit instead. Who knows.
@[Ivo]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
03-20-2020, 12:01 PM (This post was last modified: 03-20-2020, 12:04 PM by Ivo.)
The Chamber had always kept interesting company. Killdare, noble in his own rights, had a soft spot for the misunderstood, the unusual, at times even the wicked. Not only did he choose to harbor the darker, sort of unwanted elsewhere subjects, he made ties with the unlikely- and it all just sort of worked. Ivo still isn’t sure how, or even why, but in his defense he was just a child at the time- he is still just a child.
Someone. To. wipe. It. on
Ivo, without much thought to the action, recoiled from the statement. Even if it was icy snot, he didn’t want to become that washcloth, the cold wet against his shoulder...clinging to his hair. This Leilan guy, he’s just learned the other’s name, had a strange way of making jokes- he hoped it was a joke, surely it was.
“My name is Ivo,” the truth of that information, is some he hopes would not come back to bite him, perhaps giving his real name was a risk, perhaps not. It’s sorta hard to tell at the moment, seeing as he still isn’t sure why he had picked this place to return to, he found his way back home- it’s a strange feeling.
I will always find you…
Is he just another to follow in footsteps? Is it a terrible fate?
Ivo is no Killdare, he wouldn’t be able to fill his Father’s shoes, no matter how hard he might try.
There is doubt, it blankets his ocean eyes, they become distant and unsure.
“Nothing to know,” he shrugs, nonchalant, best not to say too much- it wouldn’t do either of them any good. It’s easy to allow the conversation to verge, to settle on geysers and clean slates. It could be that he needed a new beginning, it’s not something he is ready to admit, stubborn and unruly as he is.
“Alright, I’ll see these exciting geysers of yours,” the words are disgruntled, as if he just could not bear to be asked again. That’s what was happening here, obviously, and if it wasn’t well- good luck convincing him otherwise.
“Just so you know, I’m coming because I want to, not because you asked,” he had terrible manners, it’s true- room for improvement, like I said.
We got older and I should have known that I’d feel colder when I walk alone
It's always satisfying to see someone's face change from confusion to understanding to being grossed out to trying to be some sort of polite about it - or towards ignoring the comment. All the while, for Leilan it's the best kind of amusement he'll ever have, and he watches it intrigued, waiting for the result. Sure enough, the guy before him reacts like many probably would, though not many actually physically remove themselves from his presence. Credit where credit is due though, the bay still talks to him.
Leilan nods to the given name without any sort of recognition. It seemed to him that Ivo had some past with the Chamber, but lucky him, the Chamber is long gone. As is evident by his nonchalant shrug and denial that there is anything to know.
Leilan knows his constant talk of the geysers must be annoying, but hey, he can't help but find a joke in the fact that the water randomly attacks people nowadays. It's even more fun to tell Ivo - to have him become just annoyed enough that he is curious. Coming just because he wants to, right. The ice-scaled stallion gives him a grin. "Oh, I know." and leaves it at that.
Room for improvement indeed, but - does he really want Ivo to improve? After all, he's much more fun the way he is now.
Leilan
no. 7 | ice forged in fire
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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