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[Ivar]

I V A R i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take Though there are no lean seasons in his tropical home, there is an uncomfortable pinch to the kelpie’s belly as he winds his way through the thick kelp at the floor of the cove. He had caught a grouper earlier (one of the orange scales is still bright in his exposed teeth) but that had been pre-dawn, and now the afternoon shadows grow long across the water. He’d not dared to look away and fill his belly, not when he was keeping careful watch on the pale and pretty nereid and her children. He has been watching them frequently since Aquaria had so rudely expelled him with her water witchery. He’s not quite sure where the newborn twins had come from. He knows for certain the nereid had not carried them within her, and yet they are clearly hers. More magic, Ivar has scoffed dismissively to himself on several occasions. The golden-eyed creature has been waiting. On an early winter morning, with bright sunshine shining down, he finally acts. The kelpie drifts into the shallows where the children often play. He looks rather unlike himself, or at least unlike the shape he usually wears. His face is entirely equine and unremarkable save for the ethereal beauty possessed by many residents of these islands. His forelegs are hooved, and the teeth that he revels in a smile are those best suited to a diet of browsing and grazing. The tail he uses to move nearer the shore is as colorful as the rest of his coat: sapphire and gold and pearly white. He raises his head from the water, knowing that there is no turning back now if he has chosen his timing wrong. “Hey.” He says, glancing from one silver-faced foal to the other. “I’m looking for your Mom. Is she here right now?” Ivar asks, sounding and looking nothing less than genuine. He does not look especially dangerous (anymore than a complete stranger showing up in one’s home is dangerous). Ivar hopes that the answer is negative, and he is ready. They’re both still young and easy enough to overpower. He need only touch them to have them under his spell, but he does not act yet. He would prefer to not have to exert himself in a hunt. It is easier when the prey comes willingly. @[Marianas] and/or @[Kaimana] and i'll use you as a warning sign that if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind

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