10-18-2017, 12:17 AM
He tells her not to be, like it is the easiest thing in the world to stop being afraid.
Easier said than done! If she could give up the irrational fear just like that, she would be glad to do so. But the more she thinks about it, which takes a matter of moments - the same kind that are often measured in heartbeats and breaths and the sound of footsteps walking off - wait! What?! Ichor blinks her big bug eyes at his receding figure. He did not just leave her standing there mid-thought like that! But he did. Except he calls back to her and just like that, Ichor forgets her fear.
“O-Okay,” she trips over the word as she spits it out towards him and gathers her awkward self on six legs and follows. She can tell he is moving closer to the river. Not only does the sound of it grow louder in her ears but there is a certainty to him that makes her trust him. Then again, Ichor was perhaps prone to trusting to just about anyone or anything that even deigned to give her a moment of their time. She was just that lonesome for a bit of company to keep. It amazes her feeble brain that he actually expects her to just let go of the fear but she’s doing just that - pushes it away like it is nothing but dirt beneath her plentiful hooves.
She pauses beside him and cocks her head as if to say, you sure this a good idea? Ichor might be blind in her trust of him but she thinks that he would not lead her astray. Her conviction finds faith in his - if he thinks she can do it, then she must be able to do it. After all, she is part eel since no moth on heaven or earth has ever had gills! She’s the first of her impossible kind and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t impress him somehow. Not that she cares much for impressions but well, he’s the first to pay her any sort of mind so there’s that.
“I can do this,” she mutters under her breath.
Her wings are tucked close to her sides.
Four front legs are braced on the riverbank and the back two tip her just a bit more forward.
Her tail lashes against her flanks.
Then without further ado, Ichor splashes into the river and starts to navigate to the deepest part. She finds the middle of it and where her feet no longer touch the bottom then with a big dramatic intake of breath, she sinks below the water and starts to… drown! Oh god! Her mind goes into panic mode then just goes black and blank. That’s when her gills start to take over and her brain clicks back into place and she makes a bubbly little “Oh.” with her mouth. She can breathe underwater after all! Wait, where is he? He should be here too, she thinks, not really knowing that Ivar is far more adept at this water business than she is.
Easier said than done! If she could give up the irrational fear just like that, she would be glad to do so. But the more she thinks about it, which takes a matter of moments - the same kind that are often measured in heartbeats and breaths and the sound of footsteps walking off - wait! What?! Ichor blinks her big bug eyes at his receding figure. He did not just leave her standing there mid-thought like that! But he did. Except he calls back to her and just like that, Ichor forgets her fear.
“O-Okay,” she trips over the word as she spits it out towards him and gathers her awkward self on six legs and follows. She can tell he is moving closer to the river. Not only does the sound of it grow louder in her ears but there is a certainty to him that makes her trust him. Then again, Ichor was perhaps prone to trusting to just about anyone or anything that even deigned to give her a moment of their time. She was just that lonesome for a bit of company to keep. It amazes her feeble brain that he actually expects her to just let go of the fear but she’s doing just that - pushes it away like it is nothing but dirt beneath her plentiful hooves.
She pauses beside him and cocks her head as if to say, you sure this a good idea? Ichor might be blind in her trust of him but she thinks that he would not lead her astray. Her conviction finds faith in his - if he thinks she can do it, then she must be able to do it. After all, she is part eel since no moth on heaven or earth has ever had gills! She’s the first of her impossible kind and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t impress him somehow. Not that she cares much for impressions but well, he’s the first to pay her any sort of mind so there’s that.
“I can do this,” she mutters under her breath.
Her wings are tucked close to her sides.
Four front legs are braced on the riverbank and the back two tip her just a bit more forward.
Her tail lashes against her flanks.
Then without further ado, Ichor splashes into the river and starts to navigate to the deepest part. She finds the middle of it and where her feet no longer touch the bottom then with a big dramatic intake of breath, she sinks below the water and starts to… drown! Oh god! Her mind goes into panic mode then just goes black and blank. That’s when her gills start to take over and her brain clicks back into place and she makes a bubbly little “Oh.” with her mouth. She can breathe underwater after all! Wait, where is he? He should be here too, she thinks, not really knowing that Ivar is far more adept at this water business than she is.
ooc: Ichor went full on idiot lmfao <3