10-14-2017, 12:00 PM
isobell
She cannot help but roll her eyes with exaggeration when he mentions her 'delicate princess hooves'. "You're a lot more funny that I remember Ivar." The sarcastic tone enveloping her words but remaining playful and light hearted despite her sideways glance. Isobell does perk up to her brother's name. Castile would indeed make good one the coy threat that Ivar has dreamt up. Isobell even believes he may not approve of her walking alone with the alabaster and jet stallion but he is a childhood friend and nothing more, right...?
Right?
"And you, handsome Ivar, have you any more brothers?" She inquires with a lovely little smirk across her dark lips, curious of his reaction. Isobell believes if there are more of Ivar...well, she may very well move to Loess for good. Her silver eyes move off and away from his face but much internal protest but she does not want to stare at him. It was rather unbecoming and she, a princess to Nerine, must not give into the soft waves of want lapping against her skin in the form of his warmth. Isobell looks to the west, the scent of summer rain hanging in the air, fresh soil mingling on the fringe of it all. It makes her heady and light. Deep down, oh so quietly, she yearns to walk through the warm, fat raindrops at Ivar's side. She wonders how shiny and slick his skin became wheh it was wet...
Right?
"And you, handsome Ivar, have you any more brothers?" She inquires with a lovely little smirk across her dark lips, curious of his reaction. Isobell believes if there are more of Ivar...well, she may very well move to Loess for good. Her silver eyes move off and away from his face but much internal protest but she does not want to stare at him. It was rather unbecoming and she, a princess to Nerine, must not give into the soft waves of want lapping against her skin in the form of his warmth. Isobell looks to the west, the scent of summer rain hanging in the air, fresh soil mingling on the fringe of it all. It makes her heady and light. Deep down, oh so quietly, she yearns to walk through the warm, fat raindrops at Ivar's side. She wonders how shiny and slick his skin became wheh it was wet...
i'll wait for you inside the bottom of the deep blue sea