01-26-2019, 02:19 PM
The flickering of the light at the corner of his eyes is distracting. It reminds him of the reflection of sun off scales and makes focus difficult. It’s easier to forget to be especially charming when he is like this, yet despite his demands, the kelpie’s touch on Ichor’s side remains gentle as he speaks.
“We should go. I’ll show you the island and the flowers.”
Pressed in with his soft touch is the hypnotic demand that she agree with him, that she want to cross the expanse of water between the islands far more than she wants to stay here in this too-busy woods. There comes a roar from the north and the kelpie suddenly grows more eager to return home, though the commotion is far in the distance. Island Resort is not his territory. Ivar’s interest in self-preservation will always remain his strongest emotion, but the appeal of the moth-winged mare beside him does not diminish in the face of it.
“There’s all sorts of colors,” he adds, aided in his conversational skills by the lack of water in his lungs. “Red and yellow and pink and some that look like sunsets.”
@[Ichor]
you did <3
he was a smoky grullo tobiano
“We should go. I’ll show you the island and the flowers.”
Pressed in with his soft touch is the hypnotic demand that she agree with him, that she want to cross the expanse of water between the islands far more than she wants to stay here in this too-busy woods. There comes a roar from the north and the kelpie suddenly grows more eager to return home, though the commotion is far in the distance. Island Resort is not his territory. Ivar’s interest in self-preservation will always remain his strongest emotion, but the appeal of the moth-winged mare beside him does not diminish in the face of it.
“There’s all sorts of colors,” he adds, aided in his conversational skills by the lack of water in his lungs. “Red and yellow and pink and some that look like sunsets.”
@[Ichor]
you did <3
he was a smoky grullo tobiano