01-05-2018, 07:53 PM
Isobell
i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea
She had known nearly from the moment of their lovemaking some weeks ago. The painted mare's metamorphism into something greater than the body she occupied or the voice she carried. Something, a promise, had buried deep in her bones and her womb. Isobell had told Ivar beneath the winking of a million stars while they lay atop the floating glacier with only the dark embrace of a arctic night surrounding them.Oh how Ivar had yelped out in the purest joy she had ever witnessed. He had gone spinning under the ice shelf in a sporadic whirl that inevitable left him bleeding on his right side but he did not seem to pay it much mind as he immediately began to smother her in his kisses. Isobell wanted to shove him off, prod him for being such a big softie but does not and allows the kelpie man do his little happy jig around her as she smiled tiredly at her goof of a stallion.
Their residency of the iceberg soon ends when Isobell can feel the protest of the growing child against the sharp edged cold. Ivar did not hesitate to head south when he witnesses the worry in her dark features and quickly ushered them to a much warmer place (Isobell is rather thankful that the foal within took after her side in that retrospect).
Isobell had made a small divot in the soft sand-dirt that they had decided to nest in to rest the growing swell of her belly. The soil is soft and cool and eased the shallow pains she felt from time to time. The sounds of the water lapping against the rocks a few feet away was an exceptionally soft lullaby that made her smile whimsically in her sleep as she dreamed. She did not feel the caress Ivar gives her or when he leaves to forage for their breakfast (though Isobell is glad that he has not attempted to force fish upon her anymore. The mere sight of their scales made it almost feel cannibalistic).
Creeping sunrise made its way towards the resting place as it illuminated the turquoise waters and highlighted it in gold. 'Wake up, sleepy head. Rise and shine.' The baritone syllables rouse her gently. Sooty lashes open and close in a slow blink as she wakes from a lovely dream about swimming in a hot spring as tiny snowflakes fell around them. "Good morning." She speaks quietly with a sleepy smile blooming upon her dark lips, legs uncurling in a big, big stretch and yawning rather unladylike.
No one ever said pregnancy was a pretty thing.
Isobell stares at Ivar as he drips small droplets on her skin, little beads of sunlight dancing across her scales. The silver eyed woman moves to sit up but the belly (noticeably bigger) provides a bit of an obstacle...so much she must give up after a few exhausting minutes of trying. If Ivar tried to help without her asking, she would quickly nip at the most tender place she could reach in her stranded state to prove she could do it on her own...but lately she seemed to need his assistance more and more as their child developed. "Ivar, help." She sighs with a brow that is furrowed and glistening with beaded sweat. She had managed her legs under her and one fore hoof extended to pull her forward and upright all in the same motion but she needed a little momentum to get going.