07-01-2018, 01:10 PM
bottom of the deep blue sea
She is exhausted.She wears the weariness of the birthing like armor. The kelpie mare is proud to have bore two foals for her mate, she is proud have produced kelpie children for Ivar as she knows she would. She is the mother of kelpies in this world and the next and she is satisfied to see his smile and watch how he gathers the two spindly foals. Isobell nearly melts to the ground with a heavy sigh and her exhaustion.
Lothbrok finally emerges from his place in the near hedges. He is cautious of his mother and father and curious of his newest siblings. The pied boy watches with large eyes and a lowly held head as he looks for a signal from either parents to permit his nearness. Isobell allows the lids of her eyes to fall as she draws a breath, slow and deliberate as she fights the fogginess of sleep. Lothbrok's birth had not been this try but then again she had just bore two foals and her body hurt.
"Ivar..." She is nearly whispering her name as she moves to the children and help guide them to their feet, her tongue appearing and covering their tiny forms as she helps to show them where to nurse. The quicksilver of ehr eyes are shining and bright as she is proud to have bore the foals, her yes searching Ivar's with adoration.