12-02-2018, 05:32 PM
The kelpie's gaze turns swiftly from the sea back to Castile, drawn by the sudden change in the dragon's demeanor at the mention of Isobell. Ivar had been equally surprised by the arrival of his long absent mate, but his attachement to the piebald kelpie more is far less emotional than what he hears in Castile's voice.
"She is." He replies casually, but his golden eyes are sharp and do not leave Castile's face again. "She brought our children with her too. Did you know you have nephews and a niece?" Ivar hadn't discussed where Isobell was during her time away - for all he knows she had been with the equally absent Castile a world away.
'You cannot escape us', Castile says, and the corner of Ivar's pale mouth turn up into a smile. He has never tried to, and with Isobell returned he doubts he ever will. She'd also brought Mist with her, but the girl was young enough that Ivar wonders if Castile would even know she was his sister. The two stallions had left Nerine before the girl's birth, after all, but perhaps Castile has been back to Nerine in the meantime.
As the dragon edges closer to the water, Ivar returns the favor and moves a bit closer to the shore, making conversation between the two of them easier. He finds himself almost surprisingly at ease with the other stallion, an odd quirk of his kind that has categorized Castile as family and therefore not a threat.
Castile has found Sabra, it seems, and Ivar tilts his head curiously at the mention of her murder. He'd rather liked her (and would have taken her if not for Castile's earlier claim). Perhaps his lack of concern at her death is telling enough (women die, it is simply something that Ivar has grown accustomed to) but he also appears unconcerned at the dark smile that crosses Castile's face at the mention of killing Sabra's murderer.
'Have you killed anyone?' Castile asks, and at last Ivar looks back out at the sea.
His kind are cautious, careful. To reveal themselves is to invite danger, and a kelpie's sense of self-preservation is second to none. Has he killed anyone? Perhaps a better question is can he remember all of those he has killed, and the best answer to that is: probably not. Does Castile remember each blade of grass he's eaten? It is no different for the jewel-toned sea creature.
"Your sister." Ivar finally says without emotion, tracing the edge of the horizon. A true answer, if not a complete one. "It didn't stick though."
"She is." He replies casually, but his golden eyes are sharp and do not leave Castile's face again. "She brought our children with her too. Did you know you have nephews and a niece?" Ivar hadn't discussed where Isobell was during her time away - for all he knows she had been with the equally absent Castile a world away.
'You cannot escape us', Castile says, and the corner of Ivar's pale mouth turn up into a smile. He has never tried to, and with Isobell returned he doubts he ever will. She'd also brought Mist with her, but the girl was young enough that Ivar wonders if Castile would even know she was his sister. The two stallions had left Nerine before the girl's birth, after all, but perhaps Castile has been back to Nerine in the meantime.
As the dragon edges closer to the water, Ivar returns the favor and moves a bit closer to the shore, making conversation between the two of them easier. He finds himself almost surprisingly at ease with the other stallion, an odd quirk of his kind that has categorized Castile as family and therefore not a threat.
Castile has found Sabra, it seems, and Ivar tilts his head curiously at the mention of her murder. He'd rather liked her (and would have taken her if not for Castile's earlier claim). Perhaps his lack of concern at her death is telling enough (women die, it is simply something that Ivar has grown accustomed to) but he also appears unconcerned at the dark smile that crosses Castile's face at the mention of killing Sabra's murderer.
'Have you killed anyone?' Castile asks, and at last Ivar looks back out at the sea.
His kind are cautious, careful. To reveal themselves is to invite danger, and a kelpie's sense of self-preservation is second to none. Has he killed anyone? Perhaps a better question is can he remember all of those he has killed, and the best answer to that is: probably not. Does Castile remember each blade of grass he's eaten? It is no different for the jewel-toned sea creature.
"Your sister." Ivar finally says without emotion, tracing the edge of the horizon. A true answer, if not a complete one. "It didn't stick though."