10-29-2017, 02:45 PM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take
After a while, Ivar had grown tired of waiting at the border. Kicking rocks into the water was only fun for a limited period of time, and eventually Ivar turned to the now dark @[Rey] beside him. She looked different, he decided, but the thought wasn’t interesting enough to distract him for long. The scaled creature is not especially patient, so when the sun has moved an appropriate amount of time across the sky, he was not inclined to wait any longer. The trip back to Loess was uneventful, though Ivar is quieter than he might otherwise be, bothered by the lack of reception for a reason he can’t quite name. The rolling hills of the kingdom soon spread out around them, an endless grassy sea. Here are there, rocks erupt from the earth, some barely high enough to see and others many meters tall. The greenery that covers the hills is unnaturally varied – a saguaro erupts from a bed of ferns, several orchids hanging from the crooks of its thorny arms. An acacia trees shields a grove of red poppies and white hyacinths, and as Ivar moves forward he ducks beneath a vine that droops from the palm tree overhead. “Welcome to Loess, Rey.” He says as he stops. They are at the peak of a high hill, below them a weeping willow protects a bubbling saltwater spring. “You’re welcome to stay here for as long as you like. Live here, even, if you want.” The protocol of giving an orphan a home is not something that Ivar is familiar with. It doesn’t quite have an instinctual equivalent, though the long-lived kelpie inside him murmurs something about patience being worth it. |