take aim and reload - Kylin

[Ivar]

I V A R i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take Kylin had not immediately taken the piebald stallion up on his offer to stay in Loess, but other mares have been less reluctant. They are passable substitutes, intriguing ways to pass the time as he waits for Isobell to return from Nerine. It has taken longer than he had expected, but he is more inclined to patience with her than he would be with most others. One of those others is Kylin, and Ivar has not forgotten his offer to visit her in Ischia. It seems he has more time on his hands than anticipated, so on one bright spring morning the piebald creature sets off for the island realm. He moves beneath the sea, quiet and unobserved by the vast majority of the island’s inhabitants. He waits, biding his time, until Jylin comes to the shore. He had known she would – she always does – and when she does the stallion emerges from the water and onto the white sands with a shake of his scaled body. He has not been here since he was a child. Ahead of him, the thick jungle of the main island is just as he remembers it, and the heavy smell of hibiscus is carried by the wind. “Kylin.” Calls the black and white stallion, certain that she’ll have spotted him by now. “Kylin!” The beach around them is otherwise empty, and the crash of the surf drowns out any words spoken at normal volume, His own voice is pitched to be heard, and he offers the lavender and white mare a friendly smile. kelpie mimicry | dragon scales | tactile hypnosis minimal grullo tobiano king of loess

@[Kylin]