07-04-2017, 09:42 AM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take From the moment he was born, the need to be Aware was drilled into him. Ivar was born with far more instinctive drive than most of the foals in Beqanna. He might have gotten it from either of his unique parents, but what really matters is that he has it. The urge to climb the ranks, to rule and govern? He doesn’t have it. The skills required to assess the state of diplomacy? Nope, not that either. The fighting skills expected of a student of the Sylvan Blademaster? Definitely not. What he does have is the natural inclination to slip between her and the heart of the island. It’s easy to do while they both prance and move in excitement, Ivar doesn’t even realize. She kicks out and he steps forward, unafraid of her flailing hooves. (she wants it. she does.) “Let’s go!” he says, gesturing forward with his pale nose. He will follow her lead, his body language says – she knows the best way out of the jungle and to the seashore. His own heart is still racing, the thrill of seeing his own excitement reflected in Kylin’s eyes is intoxicating. He’s blissfully unaware of his influence on her emotions. If he knew – if he even suspected – he’d be horrified. It would be part of being Aware, but not something either parent would have known to prepare him for. “My favorite? Hmm.” The pied colt put on a front of thinking heavily, but it is brief. “I know just the place!” It’s not terribly far either, just past the Taigan Peninsula and up toward the mouth of the river. They’ll make it there by moonrise. He’s never been there at night before, but the thought of showing it to Kylin in the half-darkness is very appealing. He’s ready to follow her to the shore, and then lead the way through the ocean. She’ll be faster atop the water and he’ll be more comfortable below, but they can still travel together. (mine now.) |