Like a flower waiting to bloom.
She had dared to hope that her family had come back. After returning to Ischia Kylin had searched the island, but none of her family’s scents had been fresh. None of them had recently been home. Basically it was only Kylin and Ea, their old-new queen, who called Ischia home. Not only was it too silent, but neither did the lavender tobiano girl – now woman – someone familiar around.
Not that she disliked Ea, the queen had been noting but kind to her. Perhaps a bit reserved, but Kylin herself hadn’t been to open either. The loneliness ate her, but she had kept hope. Hope was all she had, but in the end, it turned out that her hope had been idle. Father, Mother, uncle Reilly, Kharon, Kali and Badden. None of them had returned home.
To Kylin, home had always been enlaced with family, well, until they had one by one disappeared of course. Ischia was still her home, but at the same time it wasn’t. And after having spent so much time on the island waiting, she’s now desperate to leave. At least for a short while. She hadn’t told Ea, figuring that she was an adult now, and that she should be able to come and go wherever and whenever she pleased.
Her destination? Loess. Not because of the land per say, but because of one of its residents. Kylin had thought that she and Kharon would always be one. Even after father had not so nicely told her that it was wrong. She simply didn’t care, but, she hadn’t had a chance to tell Kharon either. Apparently he did think it was wrong too. It left her not only alone, but also heartbroken. She’d loved her brother dearly.
Anyway. Today wasn’t a day of sadness, to mourn the past, or think about losses. Today she would visit a dear friend. Enjoy his company and possibly – probably – the water. After all, they both had a special connection to it. Her trip had been across water too. First she’d crossed the sea that separated Ischia from the other Beqannan lands, then she had followed the river. They had been there before, that time when Ivar had shown her the baby turtles finding – fighting – their way across the beach to the sea.
She had simply followed his directions, all the way to his new home. Kylin would’ve loved to see Sylva, she was sure she would love the place, based on his stories. But that was a visit for another time, as she stood at Loess’ border. Or what she thought was the border. With Ischia, it was clear, the island surrounded by water, but here, not so much. Not to Kylin at least. With a loud whinny she calls out to him.
@[kahzie]