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things could be stranger but I don't know how; ivar, any - magnus - 01-03-2019 desire consumes me like a fire consumes me good shouldn’t need to tempt us above @[Ivar] - i figured they should chat IC about the relationship between tephra and ischia. RE: things could be stranger but I don't know how; ivar, any - Ivar - 01-04-2019 The kelpie leaves a damp trail as he moves through the dark woods, dripping water from his scaled sides and tangled hair. The freshwater pools that litter Ischia's interior are less preferable to the tricolor creature than the open sea, but he yields to his wife's whims from time to time, and last night had been such an occasion. Now he heads back to the saltwater, following a path that he knows well. The sapphire blue kelpie ducks beneath a drooping vine, and a trio of parrots chatter halfhearted sleepy protests at the disturbance. They are near enough for a snack, but the toothsome Ivar knows from experience that they are more feather than meat, and so leaves them to the feline predators that have begun to roam the island recently. In no hurry, the tobiano horse makes his way to the beach, expecting to find empty sand and a faintly glowing horizon. Instead there is a golden stranger standing there, and Ivar draws up short, half-emerged from the jungle, a wary expression on his pale face. The wind had not been in his favor, and the kelpie does not enjoy surprises. Still, he has been out of the sea long enough to remember the necessity of politics, which he assumes must be what has brought this stallion here. He smells of Tephra, Ivar has found as he has approached, and wonders if perhaps this is who Jhene and Carwyn had met on their mission to the volcanic kingdom. "Can I help you?" asks the kelpie. Despite the blase expression that the sea creature wears, his tone is as inquisitive as it is charming, a fitting match to a face that is impossible alluring even when clear of emotion. The sharp teeth in his too-wide mouth glint as he speaks, and the dark scars across his brightly colored coat suggest that he is more than a pretty face though, and he makes no effort to hide this from the stallion. He can be appropriately polite, but no amount of time out of the saltwater will give the kelpie enough patience to openly welcome strange men to his home. @[Magnus] RE: things could be stranger but I don't know how; ivar, any - magnus - 01-05-2019 although this world is made of fearsome beasts that bark and bite magnus @[Ivar] RE: things could be stranger but I don't know how; ivar, any - Ivar - 01-07-2019 Magnus' smiling is telling. Exactly what it says, Ivar is unsure, but he feels no instinctive urge to drive the golden stallion away, and instead settles his weight more evenly in the dawn-cool sand. The kelpie doesn't quite smile in return, but the curiosity in his tone has shifted to his expression as well. Tilting his sapphire head, the golden-eyed creature listens as the leader of Tephra introduces himself. Ivar is content to let the silence after this announcement stretch indefinitely, but Magnus breaks it with a proposition. It's to be politics, then, and a good thing Ivar had not driven him away without a word. Ischia has sent no envoys to other lands. They never will, at least not under Ivar's command, because the scaled kelpie has little interest in such things. He'd wanted Karat, partially for her willingness to deal with such things, but the purple mare had slipped from between his fingers. Since he's not yet been able to retrieve her, this situation is of his own making, and he knows he must deal with it. Well, that or kill Magnus and style himself king of the East, taking Karat back by force. It's an appealing idea, for the moment that it lasts, but the kelpie has no true interest in it. He's satisfied with what he has, after all, and sloth has always been one of his more powerful personality traits. "It might be," he agrees aloud. "Did you have something particular in mind?" For all his preference for the open sea, Ivar is not unfamiliar with the minutiae of alliances and treaties. It is his familiarity - and of course, his instinctive drive for something different - that makes him less than fond. "If it matters, the envoys from the East already offered an alliance." He says this as if to be helpful, but doesn't mention if he'd accepted the offer. @[Magnus] RE: things could be stranger but I don't know how; ivar, any - magnus - 01-16-2019 although this world is made of fearsome beasts that bark and bite magnus @[Ivar] RE: things could be stranger but I don't know how; ivar, any - Ivar - 01-20-2019 Ivar appreciates the buckskin’s bluntness, his firm intention to keep Tephra as the monarchy of the west. Ivar, who considers himself a king of whatever body of what he is in, does not especially care what sort of titles they wear on land. If Magnus wishes to be the king of his volcano, Ivar won’t begrudge him that. When the other stallion pauses, having just voiced the possibility of a symbiotic relationship between them, Ivar says nothing. He does flick his ears forward, as though waiting for Magnus to continue, a clear sign that he is listening, if not especially responsive. Magnus wishes the west to form a united front but Ivar is apathetic. He thinks himself strong enough to face any threat and relishes quarrels, but he is not in the mood for one today. Not when he is satiated and there is a possibility that peace – even a tentative one – might lure a certain greyed lavender mare from Tephra back to the shores of Ischia. “We’ll direct our aggression away from Tephra,” Ivar finally says. It’s not quite Magnus had hoped for, Ivar is sure, but the kelpie considers it a worthwhile sacrifice. “I think the new leader of Island Resort will be more inclined to return my possessions than the last was, so I doubt we’ll have issues there either.” Ivar has always been polite enough to keep his teeth away from Castile’s women, after all; he expects the same courtesy in return. The genetic compulsion to keep his word when speaking on land is to Magnus benefit, though the buckskin won’t ever know. Ivar also doesn’t consider his intentions toward Karat to be aggressive, though he’s not made any effort to hide his interest in the lavender mare. He’s been occupied on the island of late, but he is easily bored and Tephra is not so terribly far away. RE: things could be stranger but I don't know how; ivar, any - magnus - 01-22-2019 although this world is made of fearsome beasts that bark and bite magnus @[Ivar] - we can end it here if you're cool with just assuming ivar tells him his name and they say goodbye. or you can reply because i'm always happy for more ivar words. totally up to you. <3 |