08-19-2018, 10:22 AM
At first he does not see the rising bit of seagrass, and is instead preoccupied with the curious light in Breckin's smile. Once he notices it though, hovering there in the same way that the shell had, the piebald stallion's expression shifts to an unmistakeable frown. Ivar does not like that, and he continues to scowl even as the spotted mare moves past him, toward the western island.
There is no attempt to hide his distaste from the Nerinian; he is half a pace behind her as she draws nearer to the sea. The waves on the white sand are growing higher. A few more minutes and they'll both be fetlock deep. Low tide is already slipping away, and he knows that Breckin likely should have headed out already if she'd been planning on returning to her kingdom before night fell. The sun still hangs above the horizon, and the air around them is warm and still. Later, when dusk crawls in, it will bring with it a breeze to cool the otherwise balmy night.
Ivar means to be home by that time, and while he still intends to have Breckin with him, the heat of his earlier intentions have faded somewhat with her display of magic. Those embers are easily fanned again though, especially as Breckin glances back over her shoulder. The kelpie knows an opening when he sees one, yet rather than answer truthfully or pressing a command into her just-within-reach shoulder, he takes another few steps into the water.
"I still want you to come," he says, following the path of a pair of seabirds as they settle into the water at the horizon. Ivar flicks his tail to shake off a bit of sand. A few still damp hairs brush against Breckin as he says: "You'll like it." That little bit of contact is all he needed, and there is no sign of the hypnosis as he glances back at the mare, tinted gold in the fading light.
"What do you know of bioluminscent plankton?" Ivar asks, taking another step into the water. It splashes at his knees now, wiping away the dried crust of salt that had obscured the jewel-bright appearance of his scales. The kelpie doesn't glance back, though he does pause. He's certain Breckin will be with him after all; there's no reason she wouldn't be.
There is no attempt to hide his distaste from the Nerinian; he is half a pace behind her as she draws nearer to the sea. The waves on the white sand are growing higher. A few more minutes and they'll both be fetlock deep. Low tide is already slipping away, and he knows that Breckin likely should have headed out already if she'd been planning on returning to her kingdom before night fell. The sun still hangs above the horizon, and the air around them is warm and still. Later, when dusk crawls in, it will bring with it a breeze to cool the otherwise balmy night.
Ivar means to be home by that time, and while he still intends to have Breckin with him, the heat of his earlier intentions have faded somewhat with her display of magic. Those embers are easily fanned again though, especially as Breckin glances back over her shoulder. The kelpie knows an opening when he sees one, yet rather than answer truthfully or pressing a command into her just-within-reach shoulder, he takes another few steps into the water.
"I still want you to come," he says, following the path of a pair of seabirds as they settle into the water at the horizon. Ivar flicks his tail to shake off a bit of sand. A few still damp hairs brush against Breckin as he says: "You'll like it." That little bit of contact is all he needed, and there is no sign of the hypnosis as he glances back at the mare, tinted gold in the fading light.
"What do you know of bioluminscent plankton?" Ivar asks, taking another step into the water. It splashes at his knees now, wiping away the dried crust of salt that had obscured the jewel-bright appearance of his scales. The kelpie doesn't glance back, though he does pause. He's certain Breckin will be with him after all; there's no reason she wouldn't be.