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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 The brown filly grows braver by the second, and Ivar’s smile grows satisfied. Though he is certain that the hypnosis has worked, he does not allow himself to relax until the three of them have made it out of the protection of Aquaria’s cove. The waters are deeper here, and the currents stronger. The colt seems elated, swimming north eagerly, and his sister follows. Aided by the warm spring waves, the three of them soon arrive at the northernmost island, the one Ivar has called his for nearly a decade. It looks no different than any other in the Ischia archipelago: brilliant white sands and lush greenery. A handful of treeless grassy areas are hidden within the depths of the jungle, and a single freshwater spring is at the heart of the largest meadow. That meadow is where he intends to keep the children. He has a few nursing mares who will keep them fed while he best decides how to use them against Aquaria. This will take some planning, he knows. The nereid is wily, and sure to be on alert now that her children are missing. It would be easiest if she came here to look for them, Ivar thinks. He could lure her away from the water somehow (lest she use it against him), accidentally brush up against her as they move through the trees, perhaps. Then, by the time they find the meadow and her children in it, she will be so complacent under hypnosis that she will not remember why she came, let alone think she might wish to leave. This scenario brings a smile to the kelpie’s face. As they have swum, Ivar has done his best to convince the children to stay, silent commands to forget their home and want his instead conveyed through the gentlest brush of his fins against theirs. He hopes they have forgotten the seal entirely, but he has decided that the effort of a trip to Island Resort to catch one would be a price he was willing to pay for revenge on their mother. He doesn’t mention it as he reaches the shallows of Kelpie, instead shifting wordlessly to his four-legged form. “I have two daughters you might like to play with,” he says instead, “They are about your age.” Ivar thinks of Claudia and Izmir, the acceptably aquatic children of this season. Isobell was once more without a child, and he thinks again that she might enjoy taking one of these under her wing. @[Marianas] @[Kaimana] and i'll use you as a warning sign that if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind