08-19-2018, 11:26 AM
The surprise and shyness in Kylin's voice is met by Ivar's bold grin. She does not take much convincing at all, the kelpie is pleased to find. He trails his muzzle across her shoulder even after she pulls away, pressing in a silent command to thinking of being happy with each affectionate caress. In the time since Ivar's first discovery of his hypnosis, the sapphire scaled creature has become rather adept at it. Rather than forceful and clumsy commands, they are now barely more than a suggestion, unnoticeable to the average mind as a result of his practice and refinement.
When Ivar had first used his hypnosis on the day of Kypria's conception, Kylin had not seemed to notice. He'd waited, hesitant, but she has not yet brought it up. The kelpie can only assume she is totally unaware of his artificial manipulation of her thoughts. That is for the best, he knows. She is happier this way.
His proof of this is in Kylin's blissful smile when she answers him. Of course their daughter will like swimming, she reassures him and Ivar nods, pacified for the time being. The tobiano mare reminds him of her own first lesson, and the grin on Ivar's white lips softens and he places another nips along her jaw.
"You were a fast learner," he says, just before she mentions the sea turtles.
The hatching is not the strongest part of that memory for Ivar. What stands out to him is the promise he made to Kylin that night, to never use hypnosis on her again. The promise he breaks at least daily, if not more often. This does not bother Ivar, of course, as his interest in empathy is negligible at best.
"Most of them have hatched already," Ivar says, having passed the open nests during his travels. It occurs to him that Kylin, who does not leave the island, might not have known this, and so he adds: "But I'm sure we could find one late one."
When Ivar had first used his hypnosis on the day of Kypria's conception, Kylin had not seemed to notice. He'd waited, hesitant, but she has not yet brought it up. The kelpie can only assume she is totally unaware of his artificial manipulation of her thoughts. That is for the best, he knows. She is happier this way.
His proof of this is in Kylin's blissful smile when she answers him. Of course their daughter will like swimming, she reassures him and Ivar nods, pacified for the time being. The tobiano mare reminds him of her own first lesson, and the grin on Ivar's white lips softens and he places another nips along her jaw.
"You were a fast learner," he says, just before she mentions the sea turtles.
The hatching is not the strongest part of that memory for Ivar. What stands out to him is the promise he made to Kylin that night, to never use hypnosis on her again. The promise he breaks at least daily, if not more often. This does not bother Ivar, of course, as his interest in empathy is negligible at best.
"Most of them have hatched already," Ivar says, having passed the open nests during his travels. It occurs to him that Kylin, who does not leave the island, might not have known this, and so he adds: "But I'm sure we could find one late one."