Ichor
it came from somewhere in the stars
Ichor did not have much in the way of this world.
Her kin had all but vanished and she felt their loss like a tangible severance to some part of herself that she could never regain back. Nothing here made it better. Ivar seemed to content himself elsewhere and Ichor could not say that she minded this much, having known that he’d shown interest in her however slight that interest might have been and that some hour, he’ll come lurking about to play with his moth-oddity.
Until then, she has only had those brief moments with Kindred as she taught the mare the names of some plants and flowers that they had encountered. Enough of these moments had occurred that somewhere in her dim but vast brain, Ichor had begun to count the mare as a friend of sorts. Perhaps because she showed such an interest in a subject that was near and dear to Ichor’s fluttering heart - flowers and plants and trees, oh my! It has been a little while since the champagne moth-mare has sought out the appaloosa.
She’s been too busy shoving her head and gilled neck into the hot springs, trying to place herself in a world that is all Ivar’s and little enough of hers. But it gets lonely down there with just the bubbles and the little bit of sulphur she can divine from the springs that soon enough, Ichor is surfacing from her moment of submergence but it seems she is not alone. Her proboscis probes the air and gleans an animal scent upon it that is all horse and all too familiar - Kindred! Head damp and dripping, she turns to the source of the scent and hones her compound eyes in upon the dark appaloosa’s frame settling into one of the other springs.
“Kindred!” she calls out companionably. Just the mare’s name and nothing else. It is a start though, to a night shaping up to be full of promise - more than Ichor initially imagined besides her usual romp with the moths that fluttered through Ivar’s domain, begging her to join them.
@[Kindred] sorry my reply took forever! <3