06-26-2017, 04:50 PM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take The sound he’d heard hadn’t quiet been footfalls, but it had definitely been something. It is difficult to see through the pre-dawn shadows of the land, but his brown eyes focus quickly as soon as there is further movement. It’s a young horse, about his age. He’d not recognized the shape because of the way she was turned, but now that she is facing forward she is easy enough to spot. A bright spot in the dark forest, her rosy hide is eye-catching now that he’s finally seen it. She’s not bad herself, he thinks with the predictable mind of a teenage boy, his brown eyes roving her smooth figure with unconcealed interest. There’s something like recognition on her face, but her shout of ‘Butterfly boy’ does nothing to clarify it. Ivar frowns, doing his best to place her, but it’s not until she elaborates further that he finally realizes that he has seen her before. His first trip to the playground, when the other boy had wanted to chase down the butterfly that they’d all been watching. Ivar had been so opposed to the hunting; he smiles a little at the thought now. There had been so many names that day; Ivar can’t quite recall hers. Was it Rapture, maybe? He’s not sure. “It’s Ivar, actually” he tells her, lest she call him Butterfly Boy in perpetuity. “But I’m not sure. I do hope it got away.” |