05-30-2018, 08:42 PM
A daisy-thing.
Ichor laughs. There is a throaty note to it as if she’s become more frog than moth. So much for being alluring but then she has never been that. Strange, yes. Wondrous, maybe. Desired? Never. But things come easier to her when he is around. Smiles and laughs are more girlish as if there is a mare beneath all the grotesquerie.
She can’t forget about him despite how distracting the river is. It licks at her golden skin until it is dark from the river’s wet mouth. Dampened by each hungry kiss until she feels him looking at her. She swings her head to him, gills a-flutter in anticipation. Her eyes have no time to focus on him because he is slipping into the water beside her and it is his wet nose trailing across her hip and back.
Things stir in Ichor that have never stirred before. Embarrassed, she looks away and a ragged breath eases out of her when he dives beneath the water. She will inevitably join him as her atlas moth wings give one futile shiver of protest before Ichor is diving after him. The moth-mare must be a silly sight indeed underwater. Her limbs flail about momentarily as she’s forgotten how to swim properly since she has no tail and fins like him.
It isn’t long before she surfaces, spluttering like it was her first time in the water. Dazzling droplets from his splash rain down on her making her laugh. She ducks her muzzle beneath the river’s surface and flips water at him. “You have quite the advantage over me.” For once Ichor is teasing and sly. Her tail sprawls out behind her on the current as she pushes off the bottom and moves forward with short choppy strokes of her six legs.
“I should make you get them for me.” but she knows there is no fun in that. Not to mention that his time with her feels short and any moment, he might disappear. Ichor starts to sink as much from the weight of her own body and desire to let her gills work, as it is from those glum thoughts.
@[Ivar]
Oo she found a flirty bone! lmao