07-18-2017, 07:58 AM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take Ivar had seen the smoke rising from Hyaline, but he had not looked too closely at the land before he’d spirited Castile away. It was nighttime after all – there was little he could see with the sliver of moon that had been overhead. He’d been focused on something else, and his youthful foray into theft had occupied all of his attention. The rustle of leaves indicate someone else is joining them, and Ivar turns his pale head toward the noise. It’s Castile, come to join them, and Ivar offers him a friendly smile. When he turns back to Amet, it’s just in time to see the magpie soar away into the canopy. It was apparently uninterested in taking on an entire herd despite its penchant for collecting shiny things. Amet answers that he’s come to see Ivar and Castile, and the pied colt tilts his head curiously. Do they need visiting? Ivar likes the dragon king, but he’d not been under the impression that they were the let’s-visit type of friends. Perhaps Amet feels otherwise? Ivar is never opposed to having more friends (he’s just a little more cautious about making them now than he was as a child). Ivar is quiet as Amet addresses Castile, his pale ears flicking toward little sounds in the woods. He looks back as the older stallion turns toward him. Had he not turned just then, he might have missed the slightly less amicable expression that the king wears when addressing him rather than Ivar. Ivar makes nothing of it; it only makes sense that Amet is closer to the pricne that lives in his kingdom than the prince that does not. As the chestnut speaks however, the black and white colt realizes that the reason Amet has come to see Ivar is different than the reason he’s come to see Castile. Amet is good with words the way that Ivar’s mother is. There’s a reprimand in there despite the lightness of his tone, and Ivar knows it. Should he have asked? He’s always done everything he wanted to, when he wants to. Consequences were unheard of, at least in the form of admonishments from his parents. He regrets jumping off that cliff in Nerine, but because it had bloodied his shoulder, not because his mother had chastised him for it. She’d just looked and sighed. Still, he’s neither purposefully obstinate or anti-authoritarian, so when he asks Amet: “Why?” it’s with genuine curiosity. “Does he have to ask you anytime he leaves?” He glances back over to Castile curiously, wondering if the winged colt could shed some light on why he needed permission to spend time with his friend. |