12-21-2017, 02:36 AM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take
The humid air is thick with information, and Ivar is quiet as they walk. He takes it all in as they move deeper into Loess: the direction of the wind, the movement of the birds overhead, the way that Augusta brushes up against him. Far from minding, the pied stallion mimics her moments of contact. A brush here, a nudge to direct her at a crossroad, a lingering press to guide her attention to the jewel bright hummingbird before it flits away. Ivar does not press further, doesn’t test her boundaries further (at least for now). A part of him is tracking the nearest water, always read to crowd her down into blissful darkness, but he does not comply. That is not his strongest drive, after all, not anymore. Instead, the kelpie is occupied by other things as they press further into his kingdom, and it is not until she whispers to him that he refocuses on the mare beside him. His pale legs slow to a halt as a firefly flickers past him, but as the tiny light remains steady, he turns his head to find it again. He’s not seen that before, and as his brown eyes focus, he realizes that it is not a firefly at all, but simply a bit of light hanging in the air. She is laughing beside him, her face bright but her smile shy. “Are they stars?” he asks, for what else could they be, little bits of night magic brought down to the earth? Ivar had not even fathomed the possibility of such a thing until now, but Augusta nudges a glowing orb as though it is the most common of occurrences. The stallion is very still, cautious of the thing as it comes closer. It remains, harmless and weightless, in his tangled hair, and he looks back to meet her with delighted curiosity on his face. minimal smoky grullo tobiano | equus kelpus |