01-04-2019, 11:55 PM
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]
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]