08-17-2018, 10:20 PM
As her breaths begin to stretch, growing longer as she drifts to sleep, Ivar continues to mindlessly trace the slope of Kylin's back. The day is still young, but there is little else for the kelpie to do than stand guard over his sleeping child and her mother. He supposes that he might need to find Raul and Santana sometime before dusk to ensure they've not drowned, but that is not an especially pressing need.
When Kylin rouses, Ivar pulls back, aware that it is a combination of his touch and her exhaustion that has put her to sleep so easily. "Perhaps an I name for the next one," he replies, placing a teasing nip to the edge of her jaw. It is a gentle one, as gentle as the touch that he then places on the still damp back of their sleeping child.
"Do you think she'll like to swim?" He asks in the brief space of time before he suspects the lavender mare might doze off again. Lothbrook had been born swimming, but he doubts that Heda had let their child near the water. What will Kypria be like, he wonders? Is she a kelpie like he is, or are her fins the only aquatic attribute she possesses?
When Kylin rouses, Ivar pulls back, aware that it is a combination of his touch and her exhaustion that has put her to sleep so easily. "Perhaps an I name for the next one," he replies, placing a teasing nip to the edge of her jaw. It is a gentle one, as gentle as the touch that he then places on the still damp back of their sleeping child.
"Do you think she'll like to swim?" He asks in the brief space of time before he suspects the lavender mare might doze off again. Lothbrook had been born swimming, but he doubts that Heda had let their child near the water. What will Kypria be like, he wonders? Is she a kelpie like he is, or are her fins the only aquatic attribute she possesses?