Son of a Red Eyed Ghost
How quickly the seasons change. A slight chill among the breeze blows almost through him. Shaking his muscles under his thick hide. Standing atop the grassy knoll put them in the direct path of the strengthening breeze.
He nudges his daughter to follow as he makes his way down the other side of the incline. It was slight but at least the breeze wasn't as harsh. His blue eyes never leave those of the lands King. Quick to reply, "We are well. Where did summer go?" He chuckles softly, "How is the kingdom Ivar?"
He is innocently unaware of the similarities the King and his daughter shared. Why wouldn't he be? He knew nothing of what his sister was, and besides the biting incident, he saw no other changes in Deiti. His eyes shift from the stallion to the child at his shoulder. Her eyes looking up to him in curious wonder before turning to the scaled king. "Why do you have those?" Her wide, blue eyes finding the stallions peculiar skin...
His brows furrow at his daughters question. Quickly reprimanding her prying nature in a gruff voice, "Deiti! That is none of your concern... Apologize to Ivar right this minute!" He waits briefly for her amends before turning to Ivar again, "I'm sorry... She has a curious nature. Too much for her own good most days." He explains quickly.
Knowing not if the King had children of his own but sure he could understand. She was growing so quickly. Much too soon he'd not be able to protect her from herself, he fears. She had a natural allure that was sure to be the death of him.
Imperial
@[Ivar]