i'll use you as a warning sign - zhenga

[Ivar]

I V A R i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take Has he seen other sunrises before? Ivar smiles before she’s finished speaking, remembering fondly the sights that he has witnessed. “Oh yeah,” he says “My parents let me get away with anything when I was a kid. Most of the lands were still empty post-Reckoning then, remember? So there weren’t so many guards at the borders.” Really, the only not-so-friendly greeting he’d ever gotten was here in Loess. Fiery Merida was not fond of his lack of disrespect for borders. The memory, once clear and bright, is a little faded now – had she let him in or sent him away? It didn’t matte,r in the end, because he’d come back anyway. Come back and not left, at least not yet. “They’re pretty too,” he says in answer to Zhenga’s question. “but this is my favorite. In Nerine and Tephra you can just see the ocean. Same with Ischia, but the island is really cool. I’ve not seen Hyaline’s sunrise though. Maybe that’s the prettiest.” Ivar is rarely especially verbose, but it was such a long answer after a breath-taking run, and he is content to stand in silence for a while, watching Zhenga. The sun slowly inches up the horizon, turning the stone around them from lightless-black to warm red, and then orange. It highlights the appearance of the bay roan horse, and Ivar waits for her response, his expression thoughtful. kelpie mimicry | dragon scales | tactile hypnosis