10-12-2017, 03:52 PM
The stallion intrigues Faer, and he listens curiously as Ivar talks. His brown lenses meeting Ivar's own lenses. Loess. He'd heard the word before, and remembered how at first he thought it was Loss before getting corrected by a mare who was apparently from there.
Ivar's note of being alone in the Field made him crave company just a little more. He had nothing to lose but the hair on his skin, perhaps the skin itself as well, and his life. "I'm intrigued. Safety is something I have not known for a while." He says, not quite committing himself to it but also not dismissing the idea of a kingdom. He saw the moon was far along it's path and knew it would be light again within a few hours. Their simple conversation seemed to have allowed him escape from, well, himself, and he was at a calm he had not known at night since he was a young colt. Sighing, he says finitely; "I will come."
@[Ivar]
Ivar's note of being alone in the Field made him crave company just a little more. He had nothing to lose but the hair on his skin, perhaps the skin itself as well, and his life. "I'm intrigued. Safety is something I have not known for a while." He says, not quite committing himself to it but also not dismissing the idea of a kingdom. He saw the moon was far along it's path and knew it would be light again within a few hours. Their simple conversation seemed to have allowed him escape from, well, himself, and he was at a calm he had not known at night since he was a young colt. Sighing, he says finitely; "I will come."
@[Ivar]
Faer
Nyctophobia: Fear of Night.