There is my mind, there is my heart.
From where she lies on the beach – crashed down in the shade of a palm tree, though soon the sun would soon casts its rays upon her again – she watches the waves roll onto the wet sand. The sight is hypnotising.
Starting high and fast, foam colors the water white at some points, rolling faster and higher until a certain point. From there they slow, lose speed and height, as they fight to reach the beach. But even once they do, the big ocean sucks the water back into her embrace almost right away. It never stops, one after another the waves keep coming, and thus they keep Kylin’s mind occupied.
The sound of the crashing waves, the salty smell in the air, the noise produced by the parrots, all make the home she knows so well. One the lavender tobiano mare had been part of the island, part of Ischia, but nowadays she is more like a stranger to it. Kylin probably wouldn’t even recognize her own reflection in water, let alone that others would be able to see through the mess she has become.
Thinned to where her ribs show; her mane and tail one big mess of knotted dreadlocks; filth clinging to her coat; and hazel eyes that are so dull that one might wonder if she is blind. Kylin could as well have been, but alas, she is not. And thus she watches wave after wave rolling onto the beach.
She had left Ischia’s main island quite a while ago, making home of one of the smaller ones north of it like Queen Ea had done before her. It’s nice and quiet there. No concerned looks, no pity, no attempts to cheer her up; she liked to believe it offered her peace, but deep down Kylin knows that is not true. Alone her thoughts keep getting haunted by the ones she loved, those who she had thought loved her in return. Each single memory hurts, though the pain is getting less and less, or perhaps she was just starting to lose any sense of emotion all together.
@[Neo]