10-23-2018, 01:08 PM
She's just about three years old, by now. If time is correct and flowing straight and all that - in Ischia, it's always kind of summer, and she's lost track of the seasons. But her sister had been born quite some time ago - surely that must mean that Kyveli is an adult.
An adult with a traumatizing fear of lightning storms - but now that the sea is calm, she still longs for it. The waves are calm enough, and she looks at them from a distance, musing. Her mother doesn't actually need her, not with Ivar here to keep her company. Her sister is their daughter, and even she's a two-year-old by now (or something). Surely the tobiano family should be without her. The dark purple outcast. The girl that always wanted to run around the main island.
The one to scare her direct family and pick a fight with them.
She sighs, looking at the waves, wondering if she shouldn't just leave. But then there's a shimmer in the waves, a dark blue form rimmed with gold, and her eyes follow the kelpie's movements lazily.
It takes some time for him to notice her, and when he does, he seems to stare at her a moment, then turns to walk towards her.
Her heart flutters, she's feeling a little... caught? For staring? And a subconscious warning accompanies that, too. He can be scary. But she tells herself he always chases the scary things away, and with a shake of her head, she denies the subconscious fears.
She takes a few steps forward into the sunlight, her skin and lavender wing-like fins shiny in the light. She cocks her head at him, the way he moves purposefully, wondering what he's at. "Hello, mister Better." She'll always greet him with one of the two nicknames, to be honest.
@[Ivar]
An adult with a traumatizing fear of lightning storms - but now that the sea is calm, she still longs for it. The waves are calm enough, and she looks at them from a distance, musing. Her mother doesn't actually need her, not with Ivar here to keep her company. Her sister is their daughter, and even she's a two-year-old by now (or something). Surely the tobiano family should be without her. The dark purple outcast. The girl that always wanted to run around the main island.
The one to scare her direct family and pick a fight with them.
She sighs, looking at the waves, wondering if she shouldn't just leave. But then there's a shimmer in the waves, a dark blue form rimmed with gold, and her eyes follow the kelpie's movements lazily.
It takes some time for him to notice her, and when he does, he seems to stare at her a moment, then turns to walk towards her.
Her heart flutters, she's feeling a little... caught? For staring? And a subconscious warning accompanies that, too. He can be scary. But she tells herself he always chases the scary things away, and with a shake of her head, she denies the subconscious fears.
She takes a few steps forward into the sunlight, her skin and lavender wing-like fins shiny in the light. She cocks her head at him, the way he moves purposefully, wondering what he's at. "Hello, mister Better." She'll always greet him with one of the two nicknames, to be honest.
@[Ivar]