08-11-2018, 03:54 PM
Her motherly heart swells with love, unable to not react to her daughter’s pleasured noises. It is like a constant flutter in her stomach, and although exhausted, a smile tugs at the corner of her lips. Moving away from the blue filly goes right against her very nature, wanting to treasure and hold the girl close, but Kylin knows that this is something what she should do herself. Even if everything in her screams to help.
Encouragement turns into whispered praises, and the lavender woman cannot help it but to bend her neck, in favour of gently nuzzling the filly’s hindquarters. There where sapphire blue and white meet the lavender of her fluffy tail. Kylin’s hazel eyes are locked on the filly, but one of her lavender ears turns in his direction as soon as he enters the cave.
She only pulls away from the girl in favour of leaning into Ivar’s touch. Her tired eyes find him, unable to not smile as she nods. “She is very beautiful” she murmurs agreeing, sighing dreaming and both tiredly at the same time. Kylin is more than content to lean against the kelpie’s muscular chest, her lips land on his cheek before she turns to look at their daughter again. “What shall we name her?” she asks softly.
After all, it is their daughter, and she very much wants Ivar to be part of the girl’s life. Like he has been a part of Kyveli’s, unlike her oldest daughters biological father. “Ours.”
@[Kypria]
Encouragement turns into whispered praises, and the lavender woman cannot help it but to bend her neck, in favour of gently nuzzling the filly’s hindquarters. There where sapphire blue and white meet the lavender of her fluffy tail. Kylin’s hazel eyes are locked on the filly, but one of her lavender ears turns in his direction as soon as he enters the cave.
She only pulls away from the girl in favour of leaning into Ivar’s touch. Her tired eyes find him, unable to not smile as she nods. “She is very beautiful” she murmurs agreeing, sighing dreaming and both tiredly at the same time. Kylin is more than content to lean against the kelpie’s muscular chest, her lips land on his cheek before she turns to look at their daughter again. “What shall we name her?” she asks softly.
After all, it is their daughter, and she very much wants Ivar to be part of the girl’s life. Like he has been a part of Kyveli’s, unlike her oldest daughters biological father. “Ours.”
@[Kypria]