[mature] bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar

[Isobell]

Isobell

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

The ambitions he holds for them have yet to appear for the painted mare. She is all new to this life, this role, the feelings that dread below the surface of her docile features. She is surprised that he has declined her offer to go ashore.

There is reluctance and hesitation but Isobell pulls one hoof in front of the other to drag herself from the cling of the water. Droplets fall like diamonds from her hardened scales as she offers a single look back over her shoulder with smoldering silver eyes as if she second guessed him.

She had not.

Her skin already tingled where he had left his caress as she slips passed him to walk across the dark sands of her home. The sun was still rising during the chilly morning of a struggling winter's dawn. Spring would soon blossom flowers and foals alike and Isobell wonders what young may have already arrived. The salt on her skin and the sand on her hooves seem to stir something primal as she frees herself from the water's allure and does not look back.

She would meet him in Loess in time.

wanted to tie this up! <3