11-05-2017, 12:46 PM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take The hazel of her eyes is familiar, the green and brown swirls in a pattern unique only to Kylin. For a long while he’s quiet, only his ears flickering to her words. Ivar has always chosen the changes in his world; Kylin never seems to get that luxury. Her father had chosen to move her from Hyaline, and then her family had left without warning. Now newcomers have come to her home, their intention unknown. Nothing he says can soothe this, but he does run the sleek scales of his muzzle against her shoulder. The repetitive motion feels calming, and least to Ivar, the equine version of a pat on the back. “You’re not though,” he replies when she says she feels like a stranger. “It doesn’t matter if they don’t want you – and they will want you. Ischia was your home before they came; they can’t make you leave.” They might try, he supposes, but what are friends for if not to discretely murder the people that are mean to you? “If they give you any trouble, just let me know, alright?” minimal grullo tobiano king of loess |