bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar

[Ivar]

I V A R i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take His first run in with the Sylvan festivities had ended satisfactorily, as had his second. Rather than sate his hunger, they seem only to have whet it. Fortunately, the multi-day celebration offers plenty of willing partners, and Ivar is satisfied long before the sun sets. Nipping the buttery yellow flank of a giggling pony, Ivar sends her on her way. There’s a faint smile on his pale mouth, and it matches the lazy contentment in his stride as he moves through the forest. She’d offered him a mouthful of an unfamiliar plant prior to their activities, and it has left a pleasant buzzing sensation in the back of his mind. His instincts are not dulled, but such recent consumption will have him relaxed for at least a few more hours. Perhaps it is Ivar’s altered state of mind, but the sudden appearance of Isobell in front of him does not stir the expected reaction. It is the same as in the spring of Loess, that unfamiliar lack of self, but Ivar is feeling good and is disinclined to pay attention to what are likely to be a type of warning alarm he’s never felt before. “Isobell,” he says with a smile, stepping forward to wrap his neck around hers in a brotherly hug. He pulls back without lingering overlong, and his gaze when he meets hers is entirely without the hunger that often lurks behind his brown eyes. “Enjoying the party?” kelpie mimicry | dragon scales | tactile hypnosis

(so for my brain's need for continuity, maybe this is before meeting gryffen?)