11-25-2017, 11:00 AM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take
The sun brightens the opalescent glow of his white scales, and with the rivulets of water still streaming down his hide, Ivar all but glistens. The Isxhian wind tugs at the sodden length of his corded mane, and Ivar takes a deep breath of the hibiscus scented air. This island has always seemed like a paradise. In his time away, the kelpie always manages to convince himself that it is nostalgia that gives the place its ethereal quality, but as Ivar stands on the shoreline he knows that is not true. The warm climate, white sand beaches, and the sea. Oh, the sea. It stretches endlessly into the horizon and Ivar feels a forgotten –though not uncomfortable – pressure in his chest. It feels like Sylva, like childhood, like home. The sensation melds well with Kylin’s appearance. Ivar returns the lavender mare’s enthusiastic embrace with equal affection, breathing in her familiar scent even as she teases him about him own. “It’s been…oh!” Whatever the tall horse had been about to say is lost in his sudden shift in attention. Dark brown and curious, his eyes trace the sleek fins that are pressed to Kylin’s side. “What are those?” The dun stallion steps around her side to get a better look at her wings, feeling his weight sinking into the warm sand. “Are they wings? Or..?” < minimal smoky grullo tobiano | equus kelpus |