Boy of Fire [Karat]

[Ivar]

I V A R promising everything i do not mean

Ivar had not made it back to their island last night. He tries most nights because he knows that Kylin sleeps best when he is there beside her, but there had been a flaxen haired mare beside the River and the kelpie is always willing to sample temptation. What Kylin does not know cannot hurt her, and the palomino will never tell a soul. The piebald kelpie is watching the sunrise from beneath the water, not terribly far from the sandbars that allow the less interesting residents access to the island. A pair of purple fetlocks wade through the water, and Ivar wonders what has made Kylin leave their island so early in the morning. By the time he reaches them, the pair and climbing onto the beach and Ivar has realized that the purple-legged mare is not Kylin after all. It's a stranger, but like most of the lavender clan, they share a certain similarity of looks. This one is young, but the stallion she is with is young too. (he is no threat. she could be mine.) Perhaps Kylin would like the have company on their island, and who better than a sister. Cousin? Aunt? Ivar has never wasted time trying to untangle the family relations of the Covelings.  The scaled stallion follows the onto the beach a few meters away, and he shakes the water from his hide and the tangled and dreadlocked mane from his opalescent and impossibly handsome face. He glances from the young mare to the colt, and it is on the red-haired boy that he focuses. "You're not from Ischia." He says to Phoebus as the incoming tide swallows up the shallow sandbar that these terrestrial creatures had crossed. The purple mare's scent is also not as saturated with the island as a long-time resident would be, but I do not care much about that. It will be soon enough, once she is safely on my island and protected from the rest of Beqanna. Closer to her now, I decide that I am rather fond of the way the pewter of her coat blends with the amethyst. (mine?) I wonder, but I wait to see what the fire-haired stallion might say.

I know my lies could not make you believe in my dark times, baby this is all I could be . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .