08-08-2018, 07:54 AM
As the spring days grow longer, Ivar's ventures away from the island grow shorter and less frequent. Kylin is due any day and her safety is tantamount. The piebald creature is never far from the western island where they - he, Kylin, Kyveli, and the twins - live, and today is no exception. The kelpie knows the currents along the shore, and when he senses an unfamiliar tugging, he surfaces for a better look.
What he sees is far from an explanation, but it most certaintly seems to be the cause: an odd melding of sand and water, whirling above a figure on the beach. Ivar scowls - he has never been fond of magic - but the ever curious Raul is already approaching, and the stallion knows he'll have to intervene lest something befall the colt.
By the time the blue and white creature reaches the shore, the more cautious twin has joined his brother, and the two are inspecting what Ivar now sees is a bleeding Sabra in the sand. He is just behind Santana when the boy turns to take flight, and Ivar shakes his head briefly, a 'you don't have to find me, I'm here', and steps around him to see the fire-haired mare struggling to her feet.
She is nearly unrecognizable, bleeding and bruised. There's no remaining danger that Ivar can see so he does not shoo the boys away, but rather instructs them: "Go 'round to her other side; make sure she doesn't fall." He does the same on her near side, a solid presence to keep her from falling.
"You've seen better days," he tells her mildly, as though she's having nothing more than a bad hair-day. "You'll feel better after a dip in something less salty." There's an inaudible command in his voice, one that might lesson the pain though it will do nothing to mend it. The kelpie has no knowledge of any healing methods but water and time; he at least has the foresight to not direct her back to the sea, where the water would bite at her exposed flesh. Instead, he does his best to lead her farther inland, where a cool spring provides freshwater for the handful of residents.
ooc: sorry this is so late!!
@[Sabra]
What he sees is far from an explanation, but it most certaintly seems to be the cause: an odd melding of sand and water, whirling above a figure on the beach. Ivar scowls - he has never been fond of magic - but the ever curious Raul is already approaching, and the stallion knows he'll have to intervene lest something befall the colt.
By the time the blue and white creature reaches the shore, the more cautious twin has joined his brother, and the two are inspecting what Ivar now sees is a bleeding Sabra in the sand. He is just behind Santana when the boy turns to take flight, and Ivar shakes his head briefly, a 'you don't have to find me, I'm here', and steps around him to see the fire-haired mare struggling to her feet.
She is nearly unrecognizable, bleeding and bruised. There's no remaining danger that Ivar can see so he does not shoo the boys away, but rather instructs them: "Go 'round to her other side; make sure she doesn't fall." He does the same on her near side, a solid presence to keep her from falling.
"You've seen better days," he tells her mildly, as though she's having nothing more than a bad hair-day. "You'll feel better after a dip in something less salty." There's an inaudible command in his voice, one that might lesson the pain though it will do nothing to mend it. The kelpie has no knowledge of any healing methods but water and time; he at least has the foresight to not direct her back to the sea, where the water would bite at her exposed flesh. Instead, he does his best to lead her farther inland, where a cool spring provides freshwater for the handful of residents.
ooc: sorry this is so late!!
@[Sabra]