06-06-2018, 09:53 PM
 I V A R promising everything i do not mean |
It is simply not in the scaled creature's nature to accept defeat, and he responds to Kagerus's mention of her wife's young age with a shrug and the assertion “That didn't sound like a definite no, so I'll be sure to check in every once in a while.” Ivar's memories of meeting Solace are years old, but he knows that he is slightly younger than the buckskin queen. The overo mare mentions years casually, in the familiar manner of those time avoids. Immortality is as common in Beqanna as wings - perhaps more so, even - and Ivar is not yet old enough to know if he has it as well. He's still in his mortal prime and will be for years; in seven he should know well enough. The idea of tracking Kagerus down is amusing, as is the way she catches herself after he reveals his pointed teeth. Isobell is not here, but perhaps this night spent away from his island will not be entirely in waste. They wander through the mountains, and the salt scent of the sea begins to waft through the trees. It is nearby, he knows, but rather than peer ahead, he glances back at Kagerus. Her answer makes no sense until she elaborates, and then the kelpie is shaking his head bemusedly. Physical changes that she can shape in her dreams. It seems so ludicrous, but Ivar has only just finished battling a living skeleton. Surely magical dreams are not so much of a stretch. The idea is intriguing, but when the dark haired mare mentions that she can take others to this dream world, Ivar cannot hold back a chuckle. The sound isn't quite amused, and as the two of them step into a moonlight clearing, the gaze that he gives her is pensive. “And that isn't dangerous for you?” He asks as the sound of the waves reaches his ears. Ivar feels the crash and tug of them in his bones, and the simmering irritation that filled him since he left the eastern sea beings to ease. “Or do those you take not bring their own dreams along when they come?” The kelpie does not know what others dream of; it is not something he has ever spoken of. There was never any need to, and he wouldn't be able to articulate even if there were. His dreams are always the same, and Kagerus would not want the physical changes that she would find in them, however temporary the effects might be. A torn throat is a physical change, Ivar muses; would the blood flow back into her or just regenerate? |
I know my lies could not make you believe in my dark times, baby this is all I could be . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
is ivar being f r i e n d l y ? ! ?
idk but this is very nice ivar
@[Kagerus]