05-25-2018, 11:52 AM
Why the river?
Because I might see him there.
She could hardly see but saw all too well and saw nothing but disappointment with her compound eyes. Disappointment that each horse was not him. She didn’t fully understand why he came to matter so much to her except that he had always looked at her like she wasn’t a freak. Ichor understood the importance of how he made her feel like she was beautiful and mattered.
Eventually she was left alone and part of that was her leaving of her own accord once he was gone. Just gone - no goodbye. It hurt but the little mothmare hid her hurts well. She threw herself into her exploration of every nook and cranny of the free lands that might hide a flower until she knew them all by heart. It helped that she had tasted them all too.
Ichor could identify just about all the natural plants and flowering trees that grew here. Even now she is wandering alongside the river reciting the scientific names of the ones she passes. The water beckons but she hasn’t gone in it since her time with him. That had been a magical time she’d shared with Ivar. Since then she’s ignored the occasional flutter of gills on her neck.
The mothmare comes upon a bend in the river where a smaller offshoot cuts through the land and leaves the mother-river. Her black compound eyes focus on the noxious weed starting to choke the baby-river. “Ludwigia peploides,” she mutters dully around the long proboscis that unfurls out of her mouth. Even her eyes are dull like the chaff that flakes away from her skin with every step taken.
The bright yellow petals are entrancing enough to make Ichor broach the river with just her front legs and champagne breast before the sensation of water on her skin makes her remember. She makes a scrambling hasty retreat back onto shore before murmuring to the water primrose, “You’re trouble.” but she may have been mumbling it to the stallion beyond that has just emerged from the river.
It’s Ivar but she thinks she is imagining him therefore he can’t be real.
@[Ivar] <3