09-03-2018, 02:48 PM
With a smile she watches her daughter grow. She is no longer the newborn, damp filly, but instead a growing girl. Taller, stronger and definitely a lot more curious. Kylin has been looking forward to this moment, but at the same time die dreads it. Kypria too does no longer need her on a daily basis. Yet, at the same time it offers both of them more freedom.
Kylin just hopes Kypria wouldn’t become a stranger, and would keep finding her way back home.
She does not know what comes first, but whatever it is, it has her wide awake. Desire pools in her stomach, only to be further fuelled by Ivar's heated touches. He speaks quietly, and the soft whispered words make her shiver on a warm Ischian day. Kylin, breathless as she suddenly is, presses her shoulder more firmly against his broad chest, seeking more of his heat.
Which he denies her, by stepping away. For a moment the lavender and cream mare stands frozen, her hazel eyes locked on his sapphire and white and golden figure, only to follow closely. The sea calls her almost just as much as Ivar does, Kypria would be fun until the morning.
Kylin does not hesitate to step into the water, waves rolling into her as a soft sigh leaves her lips. Her eyes find Ivar again, both her ears forward, before she reaches out to tentatively touch his cheek. “Hold me?” she whispers, only to meet his gaze a short moment before glancing down. And never let me go.
@[Ivar]
Sorry for the wait! Actually started this reply last friday and it has been half unfinished ever since O.O
Kylin just hopes Kypria wouldn’t become a stranger, and would keep finding her way back home.
She does not know what comes first, but whatever it is, it has her wide awake. Desire pools in her stomach, only to be further fuelled by Ivar's heated touches. He speaks quietly, and the soft whispered words make her shiver on a warm Ischian day. Kylin, breathless as she suddenly is, presses her shoulder more firmly against his broad chest, seeking more of his heat.
Which he denies her, by stepping away. For a moment the lavender and cream mare stands frozen, her hazel eyes locked on his sapphire and white and golden figure, only to follow closely. The sea calls her almost just as much as Ivar does, Kypria would be fun until the morning.
Kylin does not hesitate to step into the water, waves rolling into her as a soft sigh leaves her lips. Her eyes find Ivar again, both her ears forward, before she reaches out to tentatively touch his cheek. “Hold me?” she whispers, only to meet his gaze a short moment before glancing down. And never let me go.
@[Ivar]
Sorry for the wait! Actually started this reply last friday and it has been half unfinished ever since O.O