bottom of the deep blue sea; any

[Isobell]

Isobell

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

The crown she bears, inherited from her mother, is heavier than she had anticipated. Nayl had done it all so calmly with the curl of a smirk and acid on her tongue. Isobell can feel how the responsibility s changing her though it is not for the worse. The young mare had experienced much in the last year. She had become a woman, a kelpie, a queen. Her silver eyes slide down her breast to see how she has filled out into a woman's shape, the scales hardening to a protective sheen like chainmail across her body. It is undetermined if it was all a gift or curse...it was still a mystery how she had drowned then been reborn this.


The woman looks over the river and wonders if the painted stallion is watching her from beneath its murky depths. She had left him in the ocean with promises to return to Loesss but as he drifted away like seafoam, Nerine and the crown ship had buried its roots deep into her spine. She could would not walk away so easily but the draw of the water has led her to the place of her drowning. She heaves a sigh softly as she slips her hooves into the cool spring waters. It feels like Ivar and the way he has coiled around her nerves, imbedded in her fibers. A twist of distaste spoils her lips only momentarily before she relaxes and eases her body into the waters, washing away the salt and grime she has carried from Nerine.

 
The river is peacefully quiet and here she can dip into the waters to unsoil her skin. The mare wonders what or who may lurk along the waters edges, who's prying eyes watch her move with small parting waves. She does not care not does the idea deter her. Isobell looks over a single pale shoulder at the sound of rustling. Perhaps there were boogie men out there after all. She stands still as she rests with the water at her chest, her tail fanning out in the water beside her, silver eyes watching for movements at the tree line.