Now Kypria does not need to nurse every few hours anymore, and Ivar is keeping an eye on their daughter, Kylin is free to stray away. Just for a little, and probably not too long. Kypria might not need her mother around all the time, but the lavender woman still does really her daughters close. Both of them.
There is one particular spot that comes to mind when looking for Kyveli. Her daughter had inherited her family’s gift, and Kylin cannot deny that being able to share the experience does excite her. She knows that the purple and lavender girl shares her love for the water, so the sea between their home and the main island is where Kylin looks.
Even with the end of autumn in sight, and winter at their doorstep, the weather in Ischia is unchanged. It is a cloudless day, though you can see the smoke of Tephra’s volcano at the horizon, which allows the sun to warm the beach and the water. All without being too hot, the breeze coming from open sea cools just enough.
It is the same breeze that carries her voice onto sea, as she calls out her eldest daughter’s name, “Kyveli!” Hazel eyes glide across the sea’s dancing surface, both her ears first pointing forward, then twisting around. Kyvi might very well not be at sea, but somewhere hidden among the island’s vegetation instead.
@[Kyveli]
Sorry for the wait!
There is one particular spot that comes to mind when looking for Kyveli. Her daughter had inherited her family’s gift, and Kylin cannot deny that being able to share the experience does excite her. She knows that the purple and lavender girl shares her love for the water, so the sea between their home and the main island is where Kylin looks.
Even with the end of autumn in sight, and winter at their doorstep, the weather in Ischia is unchanged. It is a cloudless day, though you can see the smoke of Tephra’s volcano at the horizon, which allows the sun to warm the beach and the water. All without being too hot, the breeze coming from open sea cools just enough.
It is the same breeze that carries her voice onto sea, as she calls out her eldest daughter’s name, “Kyveli!” Hazel eyes glide across the sea’s dancing surface, both her ears first pointing forward, then twisting around. Kyvi might very well not be at sea, but somewhere hidden among the island’s vegetation instead.
@[Kyveli]
Sorry for the wait!