[mature] bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar

[Isobell]

Isobell

i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea

It was unmistakable that she is angry. A hot ball of seething rage boils just beneath her skin. He taunts her by the way he rests upon her poll but his nearness is soothing.

She is confused by all of this.

But when he urges her out to the water with the waves swallowing their bodies, fear clamps her chest from the rather vivid memory of her drowning not long ago. Isobell moves onward though as the scales ripple across her body, softer and smoother like gemstones scattered in a tidal pool. She cannot help but cast a look of worry, the anger only a ghost now, as she realizes that she cannot refuse the kelpie stallion and his request.

Painted legs move on as the water rises, old forced habits taking hold as she grips a lungful of air as the water surges over her head. She is scared and desperate as she holds her breath and leaning against the pied stallion to guide her. The dark hair streams like a pirate's banner, her legs loose an solid feel as she begins to swim, the whites of her eyes showing around the silver before she is forced to

(breath)

to inhale. She expects to drown -again- but instead it is easy and painless as her body thanks her for listening to her instincts. The water rushes and there are bubbles and she is still alive and whole and looking to Ivar with shock but a blossoming smile as the unbelievable is happening. The mare wants to speak but the current is strong and she struggles to maintain her buoyance and direction as the water threatens to tear her away. Isobell works to relax, legs slowing to tread as she finally gains come control.

A smile finally brightens her face as though it were the first to ever grace her lips.