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It Was About Time {Kensa, Ivar, Diplomats} - Clayton - 12-21-2018 He promised Kagerus that he was dedicated to the Kove, even though he had a moment that he was absent (even if it was to search for the princess). When Kagerus announced they needed to head out on kingdom visits he jumped at the opportunity. Oddly enough he wound up on a trip with Warlight, and one with Kensa. His heart still ached for Will, but he shared a night of affection and good conversation with Kensa. Regardless of there current relationship, he will always hold her as a great friend, and this trip would be anything but awkward. Ischia was on the polar opposite side of beqanna compared to the cove, but after what seemed like forever they managed to make it to the island. He scans the horizon of the island and shrugs when no one was around It's quiet he says to Kensa, turning to find her gaze. Of course he knew the members were off with there own tasks, who knows how Ischia ran off after the plague. Last Clayton knew Brennen ruled Ischia, so it would be interesting to see if he still had the throne. Clayton steps his right hoof forward raising his head he allows a whinny to escape his maw, echoing throughout the island. It would only be a matter of time before someone came to 'greet' them. @[Kensa] RE: It Was About Time {Kensa, Ivar, Diplomats} - Kensa - 12-22-2018 for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable kensa for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in. @[Ivar] @[Clayton] @diplomats RE: It Was About Time {Kensa, Ivar, Diplomats} - Ivar - 12-22-2018 The trouble with land creatures is that they never look for danger in the right places. Well, trouble for them, anyway. It's rather a nice boon for the kelpie. From where he rests on the ocean floor, the sand bars on which most make the crossing to Ischia are well in sight. More importantly, the current flows toward him, and the taste of stranger rouses the dozing creature long before the reach the shoreline of his home. The kelpie rises to the surface with a few flicks of his tail - the waters around the island are shallow - but rather than call out he chooses to watch for a while, only his pale face visible above the water. The first is a horned stallion who wears a rather colorful mane, and the second a pretty flaxen mare. She is the one Ivar is most interested in, and he take advantage of his hiding place in the waves to get a good look at both of them. The male's horns might be a challenge, but Ivar has faced worse. The mare seems mundane, which intrigues Ivar in this world of magics, but he knows all too well the dangers of the unseen. So rather than drag the stallion under and keep the mare as he might have done, he instead swims to the beach a few hundred yards from where they have arrived, and climbs onto it with four hooved legs instead of the fins he'd had a moment before. Ischia is more than just the dry land, after all. The sea around them is teaming with life despite the solitude of the beach. "You've made it to Ischia," He tells them, polite and pointedly falling just short of welcoming them to his home. His tone is neutral and while there is a smile toying at the edges of his pale mouth, it does not quite reach his golden eyes. It doesn't need to, of course, because the kelpie is already impossibly handsome, and were he to do much more it could easily be interpreted as trying too hard. In the dry air, he can better recognize the scent of their origin. Hyaline. Ivar's last trip to the mountain stronghold had been rather eventful, and he finds himself curious if the spotted Kagerus still resides near the lake. Perhaps it is time to renew his rather gracious offer to the queen and her wife. "What brings you to my island?" RE: It Was About Time {Kensa, Ivar, Diplomats} - Clayton - 12-24-2018 He cautiously gazes over Kensa, she was beautiful and it was a shame it took him so long to notice. He mentions the silence of the island and she agrees, noting Hyaline and how she would notice any visitors. It was odd, only days after there late night meeting she and some stallion were chosen to lead Hyaline. Presumably it was her lover, perhaps they had shared a fight on the same night, enjoy a break if only for an evening. He sighs at the thought of what could have been, but he did not have long to ponder. The words of another echoed through his ears, as he turns to meet the equine it was a blue and gold stallion. He inquires the reason for there visit and he briefly dips his head. My name is Clayton, and this is Kensa he says flicking his gaze to his chestnut partner before flicking back to the Ischian ruler. We come from Hyaline, and hope you and your kingdom have faired well. He pauses allowing Kensa a chance to speak, as he glances to the new ruler of Ischia who seems to be safe from the plague. @[Kensa] @[Ivar] RE: It Was About Time {Kensa, Ivar, Diplomats} - Kensa - 12-30-2018 for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable kensa for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in. @[Ivar] @[Clayton] RE: It Was About Time {Kensa, Ivar, Diplomats} - Ivar - 12-30-2018 Out of the ocean, his mind is clearer. The water runs glittering rivulents down Ivar's scaled cheek as his head hilts to listen to Clayton, the green haired stallion who speaks up and identifies them both, along with their origin. Yes, there is something of the mountains in their scent. Such things are easily obscured by the saltwater, so Ivar rarely pays them any mind. His last visit to the Hyalinian Mountains had ended just short of satisfaction. It is a challenge he's not yet been able to check of his bucket list, and it keeps his golden eyes focused on the flaxen mare even as her companion continues to speak. "We are a territory of the east, loyal to ourselves." Ivar says to Kensa. Let them think that it is because he knows her now to be the higher ranking of the two visitors, and the kelpie's high-minded snobbery makes him think less of Clayton. (This is not true, of course, but Ivar makes no effort to correct the potential assumption). "My Khaleesi, Isobell, and I have no allegiances." The tricolored male names the former Queen of Nerine, mostly because he knows she'd like it, but also perhaps because it conveniently contradicts the delighted way he grins at Kensa's statement of interest in the island. "We can be friends, I think." Replies the kelpie, nodding softly. "I have some interest in Pangea, after all." Specifically interests in a certain dark-haired woman with lovely tentacles, but the stallion knows better than to mention too many mares in front of Kensa. He can't have too much of a reputation, after all. "And what would being friends entail?" Ivar asks, glancing back toward the horned Clayton as well for this answer. He adds: "I suppose introducing ourselves. I'm Ivar," as though just realizing this omission. @[Clayton] @[Kensa] RE: It Was About Time {Kensa, Ivar, Diplomats} - Clayton - 12-31-2018 His gaze watches Kensa as she entangles the reason for there visit. A small smile tugging at his lips, she was already a good diplomat, a smart choice to lead Hyaline. She cleverly threw in there desires to be friends, or in other words, work out an alliance of sorts. His gaze turns back to the blue painted King, he goes on to note that Ischia was only loyal to themselves. He really wanted to roll his eyes, though he refrained against his better judgement. Some kingdoms thought to highly of themselves, and from it they tend to have more enemies than friends. He remains silent as the King announces the name of the Ischian Queen, Isobell. And finally, he mentions an interest in Pangea. He inquires what being 'friends' would entail ror him, and finishes it off by introducing himself as Ivar. He had odd customs, saving an introduction for last. Announcing they did not want an alliance but settling for the possibility of one. The stags attention seemed to be set on Kensa, for whatever desire he held, but Clayton came here for a job. If you are unaware the Cove is a sanctuary kingdom, for all those seeking shelter. The east remains a peaceful kingdom and ask for your respect in that aspect. They would settle for a cease fire but there is no reason to put all options on the table. His gaze flicks to Kensa, an opportunity to add anything he may have forgotten before flicking back to Ivar. @[Kensa] @[Ivar] RE: It Was About Time {Kensa, Ivar, Diplomats} - Kensa - 01-06-2019 for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable kensa for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in. @[Ivar] @[Clayton] RE: It Was About Time {Kensa, Ivar, Diplomats} - Ivar - 01-08-2019 Clayton reiterates that the lands ruled by Kagerus and Solace remain a shelter, and Ivar feels the scoff. Unlike Clayton, the blue and gold kelpie doensn't quite manage to quash it quite as well, and it emerges as a soft huff of breath. Of course it's a shelter; the two of them don't seem to want to rule anything but. It seems rather boring to Ivar, but he must admit that at least it is predictable. Peace with the East might mean a reduction in his hunting grounds, but there are benefits to such an arrangement as well. Ivar ponders them as Kensa confirms the horned stallion's statement. They want an alliance, it seems, though Ischia has very little to offer any kingdom. There are women, of course, but Ivar has no intention of sharing. No one needs ten million parrots, and Ivar certainly won't be supporting anyone but himself in times of war. He considers accepting - knowing full well that he'll likely end up breaking it in a spectacular fashion - and then makes up his mind otherwise. "Friendly." He says firmly, "We can be friendly." The green-pointed stallion seems to have tired of Ivar already, and the kelpie knows better than to push his luck. Still, he is looking directly at Kensa when he adds: "Perhaps later we can discuss an alliance, if this peace the East wants is satisfactory for all of us." @[Clayton] @[Kensa] I figured this could be a wrap-up for the thread, but if there is more to be said feel free! :D |