10-08-2017, 11:55 AM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take
As soon as she repeats the name of the kingdom, Ivar knows that she hadn’t meant ot come here. Well, he supposes, there are worse places to accidentally wind up. At least she hasn’t found herself falling into a Tephran volcano or off a cliff in Nerine. The teal filly expresses an interest in finding something ‘cool’, which brings an amused smile to the stallion’s face. Well, Loess might lack in glorious landscapes, but they are all but up to their eyeballs in unique platns and animals. She seems to have found something cool on her own through, and Ivar looks down to the scales she squints at. “They’re scales,” he tells her, hesitating only a moment before shifting his weight to hold out one long leg. What is the worst she’s going to do? Bite him? Knock him over and stomp on him with her tiny hooves? Ivar is willing to risk it. “What about you?” Asks the older horse, gesturing to the swirling stars that adorn her legs. “Did you put the stars there yourself or did they just appear overnight?” |