[Ivar was not one much either for the beach or parties in general. Large bodies of water were his biggest fear, so he was well staying away from it. At this particular gathering, he didn't see too many people he knew. He was naturally a little quiet. It had been a hard couple of days, between Letha's last days of pregnancy, and the intense fight he'd had with Dodger.
He was hanging on the outskirts when he noticed the sight of Ed feeding the Milotic. The sight of the colorful creature perked Ivar's interest. He drew near to the pair, surprisingly quiet for someone in a wheelchair.]
What is that? [The words rolled off in a Norwegian accent. Ivar's eyes were curiously blue, not only just the icy shade of the irises, but the sclera was blue instead of being while as well.]
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He was hanging on the outskirts when he noticed the sight of Ed feeding the Milotic. The sight of the colorful creature perked Ivar's interest. He drew near to the pair, surprisingly quiet for someone in a wheelchair.]
What is that? [The words rolled off in a Norwegian accent. Ivar's eyes were curiously blue, not only just the icy shade of the irises, but the sclera was blue instead of being while as well.]