09-14-2017, 11:55 AM
The snowy world is more beautiful by night, she thinks. Icicles hang from the branches and pick up the smallest threads of starlight and moonlight. Snowbanks shimmer like mounds of crystals heaped together and Ichor, Ichor is happiest at night because she feels the most alive with the power of the moon and the stars to invigorate her happy little moth-horse self. She thrives on their light and it guides her here and there, as if she dances in and out of the shadows and light with the occasional smallest flutter of her atlas-moth wings that sometimes spread and flare themselves.
Ichor can almost fly with them but it is more like tiny hops that leave her airborne for seconds at a time before she touches down in small puffs of snow blown upwards by her strange feet. She thinks that if she has wings, she ought to be able to fly and her bones feel light enough to support this thought but she hasn’t given it much practice. Just like with her gills and supposed ability to breathe underwater, she’s a little bit afraid that she might drown or like with her wings, fall right out of the sky! Yes, it’s a bit dramatic and her fears are unfounded but left to her own devices, she doesn’t quite know what are her limitations and what are not.
Times like these are when she misses mom and dad the most. Karris would be able to teach her about breathing underwater. Elysium could teach her to fly and might be able to tell her if she could indeed thrive underwater since she’s part lamprey too, at least as far as the gills are concerned. Times like these and thoughts of them make her sad, make her stop her happy hops through the starlit snow to look around her and make sure that she really is out there all alone. She hasn’t scented Min or Portia, mom or dad, in a while and that tugs hard and harsh at her heart. Ichor knows she isn’t the last of their brood, can’t be!
Surely one of the others is still lurking about like she’d been, or maybe like her they kept themselves away during the day because it was always easiest on them at night… It gave her pause between her moonlit leaps and left her picking out the sparkling details of the dagger-like icicles on the branch above her head. She almost thought about licking it but her tongue recoiled knowing water was not nectar. It’d rather poke about in the snow for the earliest daffodils and snowdrops than attach itself to a freaking icicle. Ichor nearly laughed at her own ridiculousness but held it back, it seemed wrong to be so sad in her heart but laughing at loud at how silly her thoughts were.
She looked around but most were sleeping since they were not like her. Few were awake, engaged in this or that but none of it interested her. None of them were family and that was what she missed the most on this winter’s eve. She missed the familiarity of a horse that was like her - moth, lamprey, some mix in between - someone that understood, that’s what it was, she realized. Someone who knew her even if they’d never met but that flash of recognition would be in their eyes, in their knowing smile. She sighed, unaware that she was really sighing as she knocked the icicles down with her nose and ground them beneath her four front legs until they were unrecognizable from the snow.
Ichor can almost fly with them but it is more like tiny hops that leave her airborne for seconds at a time before she touches down in small puffs of snow blown upwards by her strange feet. She thinks that if she has wings, she ought to be able to fly and her bones feel light enough to support this thought but she hasn’t given it much practice. Just like with her gills and supposed ability to breathe underwater, she’s a little bit afraid that she might drown or like with her wings, fall right out of the sky! Yes, it’s a bit dramatic and her fears are unfounded but left to her own devices, she doesn’t quite know what are her limitations and what are not.
Times like these are when she misses mom and dad the most. Karris would be able to teach her about breathing underwater. Elysium could teach her to fly and might be able to tell her if she could indeed thrive underwater since she’s part lamprey too, at least as far as the gills are concerned. Times like these and thoughts of them make her sad, make her stop her happy hops through the starlit snow to look around her and make sure that she really is out there all alone. She hasn’t scented Min or Portia, mom or dad, in a while and that tugs hard and harsh at her heart. Ichor knows she isn’t the last of their brood, can’t be!
Surely one of the others is still lurking about like she’d been, or maybe like her they kept themselves away during the day because it was always easiest on them at night… It gave her pause between her moonlit leaps and left her picking out the sparkling details of the dagger-like icicles on the branch above her head. She almost thought about licking it but her tongue recoiled knowing water was not nectar. It’d rather poke about in the snow for the earliest daffodils and snowdrops than attach itself to a freaking icicle. Ichor nearly laughed at her own ridiculousness but held it back, it seemed wrong to be so sad in her heart but laughing at loud at how silly her thoughts were.
She looked around but most were sleeping since they were not like her. Few were awake, engaged in this or that but none of it interested her. None of them were family and that was what she missed the most on this winter’s eve. She missed the familiarity of a horse that was like her - moth, lamprey, some mix in between - someone that understood, that’s what it was, she realized. Someone who knew her even if they’d never met but that flash of recognition would be in their eyes, in their knowing smile. She sighed, unaware that she was really sighing as she knocked the icicles down with her nose and ground them beneath her four front legs until they were unrecognizable from the snow.