[imgright]
https://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/imag ... uncert.png[/imgright]It was warm, and the water was clean and cool. For days prior Conception had been searching for
just the right place to bathe herself-- she'd been feeling parched and headachey lately, and that was a sure sign that she needed to tend to her need to commune with the water.
The problem was-- the water in the swamp was often
stagnant, or running fast enough that it carried the cold from someplace far-off. It was tricky to find the right place-- a place where the water flowed naturally, but wanted to gather into a pool, getting snagged in its flow in a place where it lost its momentum and had place to thrive. It was here that the plants grew well, where tiny fish flocked-- and where there were tiny fish, there were algae eaters, interested, as-ever, in the smoothest, slimiest patches of her coat.
She giggled a little as she felt the first nibbles of something curious, testing the waters, as it were, to see if her mane was some new sort of food.
"That's not for you, silly darlings," she murmured, turning her head to encourage them to find something else, as she enjoyed this pool of water she'd found, deep enough to touch her eyepad and cover her nose if she dipped her head the slightest bit.