01-05-2019, 05:42 PM
The voice that greets him is familiar, and brings a wash of relief when it falls on the young stallion's ears. His hooves spun in the sand before catching sight of the owner, and when he sees the kelpie emerge from the jungle a cheerful nicker of greeting thrums from his chest.
"Uncle! I should have known you'd still be here. How are you? How's Kyp and Kyvi?" He rasped with a grin on his blood stained lips. He had trotted until he was abreast of the older stallion, head dropping respectfully as he came to a halt. The last time he had seen the rugged sea stallion he had only just been hinting at his adult stature. Now the pair stood just about eye level to one another.
He peered at the winter beach and surrounding foliage through the jewel bright sheet of his forelock, remember days spent racing through the surf and games of tag among the palms. For all that they'd had a rough start, the twins had enjoyed a rather carefree youth under the kelpie's watch, a fact for which he'd come to be very grateful. When days got hard, he always had memories of sunshine and safety to fall back on. There were many who couldn't make that claim.
Shrugging lazily, he turned his attention back to Ivar. "There's no place like home, is there?" He commented by way of answer. No matter where he'd traveled, no matter who he was with, the golden son had always remembered the island as home. It was that draw that had pulled him here today, away from Warlight and all she represented.
Maybe that had more to do with his return than he'd wanted to admit. A female in his life, and he had no idea what to do now. Ivar, for all his slipperiness, never seemed to have trouble in that department.
@[Ivar]
"Uncle! I should have known you'd still be here. How are you? How's Kyp and Kyvi?" He rasped with a grin on his blood stained lips. He had trotted until he was abreast of the older stallion, head dropping respectfully as he came to a halt. The last time he had seen the rugged sea stallion he had only just been hinting at his adult stature. Now the pair stood just about eye level to one another.
He peered at the winter beach and surrounding foliage through the jewel bright sheet of his forelock, remember days spent racing through the surf and games of tag among the palms. For all that they'd had a rough start, the twins had enjoyed a rather carefree youth under the kelpie's watch, a fact for which he'd come to be very grateful. When days got hard, he always had memories of sunshine and safety to fall back on. There were many who couldn't make that claim.
Shrugging lazily, he turned his attention back to Ivar. "There's no place like home, is there?" He commented by way of answer. No matter where he'd traveled, no matter who he was with, the golden son had always remembered the island as home. It was that draw that had pulled him here today, away from Warlight and all she represented.
Maybe that had more to do with his return than he'd wanted to admit. A female in his life, and he had no idea what to do now. Ivar, for all his slipperiness, never seemed to have trouble in that department.
@[Ivar]