Like a flower waiting to bloom.
It had supposed to be the two of them, forever together, but life had had a different plan for them. One Kylin still does not understand, and struggles to accept. Her life has been turned upside down too many times, something she will never get used to.
Also the very reason why she had clung to Ischia. Her island home being the only stable factor in her life, one she had been reluctant to give up. Her eyes had wet, and the tears had stained her cheeks, and the whole expression upon her features one of fear and distress.
But she had agreed, because she deep down knows staying would not do any good, and she has her girls to look after too.
She had stayed a little behind, feeling more insecure than ever now twin, younger sister and parents have returned. The whole family back together, and yet Kylin could not be more separated from them. However, it is her youngest loud cry that makes the lavender and white woman push forward, without looking back.
“I’m here, darling, I’m here..” she murmurs to Kypria, moving closer to pull her nearly almost white girl against her while exchanging a glance with her oldest. Worry shows in her hazel eyes, and most of her fears are momentarily hidden. “Are you two alright?”
What strange family they are. Her oldest now an adult, but Kylin does not look a day older than Kyveli, thanks to the gift of immortality, and her youngest older than Kylin’s younger sibling who is supposed to only be a year younger. Kylin absolutely refuses to think of her parents’ age compared to hers.
It is Mother who steps up and faces the white and golden stud, greeting him like they have known one another before. Perhaps not the most friendly way, but it is definitely how Kylin remembers her. And secretly Kylin has always wished to be a little more like her.
Kylin