Like a flower waiting to bloom.
The new island is beautiful, one could by right call it a paradise, but it is not Ischia. It is not home. And with all these insecurities and fears, the lavender lady desperately longs for home. But she knows she cannot. Which only makes it harder.
Kylin has left the pearly white beach behind her, and treaded into the sea slightly, only front knee deep. If she’d go any further, she does not know if she would stop. In the distance, she can see Ischia, and her heart cries for the fate of her home. All those years Ischia had been her home, her go to place, her safe place. It is all she knows, the only thing that always had been part of her life, except of course during their short vacation to Hyaline. The thought of leaving has always made her anxious, and afraid, and yet she now finds herself looking at her beloved home on the shore of another island.
Tears wet her hazel eyes, and her transparent fins are retracted against her sides, almost as if she’s trying to wrap them around herself to offer comfort. If not for her family (all of them) and especially Kharon she’d still be in Ischia. He had begged, cried and pleaded, and Kylin had only be able to cry and panic from the thought alone. But she’d trusted him. Trusts him, and had reluctantly agreed to leave.
Things still confuse her. They had not been away for a week, but six summers has passed since they had all left. Left her, under the watchful eye of Ea and Caw, who both disappeared over time too. More than once her life had been turned upside down, from hostile take overs to potential lovers who asked her to leave with them, and, when she refused, left without her.
It is probably a good thing that Kylin does not remember her own death, and revival, or she might have fled into the cave on Ischia where everything had started, and refused to leave.
Kylin
@[Kharon]