10-10-2018, 07:17 AM
Her retreat from the sea is met with a quiet sigh, one that might be taken as disappointment that the mare had returned whole to Nerine. It isn't, of course, but Ivar has never been interested in the minutiae of politeness. It is her distance from the dark waves that frustrates him, the way she pulls away from the danger.
Breckin is wise then, or perhaps wary.
Ivar is neither, and so he comes nearer, shedding the sea in moon-silvered rivulets as he climbs onto the shore. Breckin is more guarded than at their last meeting, but Ivar behaves as though no time at all has passed since their last meeting as he comes closer-closer and settles finally just far enough away that neither of them could reach the other without taking a step.
The clatter of woven ornaments is a reminder why Ivar keeps the space; his dislike of intangible magicks is no secret. Still, he remembers the almost-taste of the spotted mare, and is no discouraged by the heavy scent of another stallion that lingers on her moon bright coat.
"Love is not troubling you anymore?' He asks pointedly. His gaze doesn't flick to the scabbing wound on her neck, one he assumes is from her lover. The kelpie marks his own conquests in such a way, after all, though the healing patch of missing hair suggests that the lover Breckin had felt 'bloody helpless' about is less constant in his affections than Ivar tends to be.
@[Breckin]
Breckin is wise then, or perhaps wary.
Ivar is neither, and so he comes nearer, shedding the sea in moon-silvered rivulets as he climbs onto the shore. Breckin is more guarded than at their last meeting, but Ivar behaves as though no time at all has passed since their last meeting as he comes closer-closer and settles finally just far enough away that neither of them could reach the other without taking a step.
The clatter of woven ornaments is a reminder why Ivar keeps the space; his dislike of intangible magicks is no secret. Still, he remembers the almost-taste of the spotted mare, and is no discouraged by the heavy scent of another stallion that lingers on her moon bright coat.
"Love is not troubling you anymore?' He asks pointedly. His gaze doesn't flick to the scabbing wound on her neck, one he assumes is from her lover. The kelpie marks his own conquests in such a way, after all, though the healing patch of missing hair suggests that the lover Breckin had felt 'bloody helpless' about is less constant in his affections than Ivar tends to be.
@[Breckin]