He tells her "ooh love".
A little fairy had whispered in her ear, told her about this place called the playground. Just like that her curiosity had been sparked and before Kylin could really realise it, she had found herself leaving Ischia for the fourth time in her life. It amazes her a little that she had reached the place without getting lost, but it had been just as the fairy had told her.
The place is a true sight to be seen. Trees that look so incredibly old that she wonders if they are perhaps even older than Beqanna itself, and a meadow on the of the forest and little ponds everywhere. Especially the last Kylin likes. She’s smiling from ear to ear, trotting into the little meadow and then suddenly stopping. She calls out, whinnying to everybody and nobody in particular.
Not long after she finds herself standing near one of the bigger ponds, her muzzle touching the surface before she snorts happily, sending little droplets of water in all directions. It’s impossible to hold back then, and a few steps later the lavender and white girl stands on the pond, sand only centimetres underneath her hooves. The soft giggle expressing Kylin’s joy.
@[Krys]
Thaaank you