Ichor
it came from somewhere in the stars
Safe.
That is the sensation she feels when she is with him. Dimly, part of her is aware that she barely knows him but Ichor rationalizes that she knows him well enough to trust herself with him. He has shown no proclivity to harm her and has caused her no undue stress or fear, therefore he is deemed safe. Granted, she has little to by as far as her assumptions go because she has only ever spent time in her odd family’s company. Ivar is the first she has bothered to talk with outside of their close-knit huddle and that is only because she hasn’t seen hide nor hair of any of them in quite some time and well, Ichor had grown lonely as she’d started to grow up.
Lonely and stunted as a bristlecone pine.
Since she wasn’t all there in the head… and was dafter than most.
She can feel him stop behind her, allowing her to just keep swimming. Ichor basks in how synchronized her six legs are down here. It’s not the same as galloping on land which is something she just looks ridiculous doing, with the six legs and her big atlas moth wings flaring out to catch the wind. Ichor probably resembles some odd DaVincian boat of slapdash mechanics when she runs on land. Not that she knows who DaVinci is or what a boat is… or that she’s just ridiculous. Well no, that’s not true - she is coming to realize that more and more, since hey, she’s a moth-horse swimming underwater. That’s downright ridiculous, even for Beqanna’s standards these days.
Ichor slows before the bend of the river and the unknown, slows and floats, waiting him out. He is curiously detached and quiet as he swims towards her. What has he been thinking about? Her head tilts to the side, as she studies him and notices for the first time that he lacks gills like her, so how is he managing to do this? She’ll have to ask him later, when they are on land and opening her mouth won’t result in gulping down water and potentially drowning because of her own stupidity. He must be part fish, she decides, since he has scales after all and can swim underwater like she can. Satisfied with this simple explanation, she flashes him a smile, a few bubbles trailing up to the surface from between her teeth.
Where to now? She seems to ask him with her tipsy ears and big buggy eyes.
@[Ivar]