[private] Into the Lion Den[Heda]

[Ivar]

I V A R i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take The sound of quick hooves is impossible to miss, especially from where Ivar stands. The tall stallion’s vantage point on a bald cliff offers him an unobstructed view of several miles of Loess’ border. He’s been grazing, fairly relaxed beneath the late autumn sun, but he drops his mouthful as he spots the horse running. It’s someone familiar, but not that he’s met, and it’s clear from the way the other stallion looks around that he is searching for someone. Heda, Ivar assumes, but the buckskin queen is not immediately visible. Perhaps there is something he can do, Ivar decides, and descends from his lookout point to meet the silver black stallion on lower land. The scaled stallion’s handsome face is not marred by his concerned frown, and as he stops beside Imperial, he asks: “Is something the matter?” Closer, his suspicion that this young male is a resident of Loess is confirmed. There are few of them, but Ivar has made it is goal to know them. There is usually a young mare in this stallion’s company, but she seems absent this afternoon. kelpie mimicry | dragon scales | tactile hypnosis