Like a flower waiting to bloom.
The longer she stands in the water, indecisive if she should continue or just retreat to the beach, the higher the water starts to rise. Each wave reaches higher than the previous one, but only barely. The change of tides didn’t go that fast, though it was known to surprise the unknowing. Kylin wasn’t. She knows the water like she knows Ischia. And deep down the lavender and white woman – she was no longer just a girl – knows that it would be safer to return to the beach.
Just a little longer, she tells herself. Little by little her coat gets more and more soaked, but with Ischia’s tropical temperature the water was never cold. It’s comfortable, soothing almost, and it makes her relive the moments when Kharon draped his wing across her back to pull her in. The water wraps around her in the same way. Her fins gently move with the push and pull from the water, and for a short moment she considers continuing. To let the sea lull her, to have it erase her pain and Kylin is ready to give in.
It is a hello coming from the direction of the beach that calls her back to earth. Slowly she bends her neck, so she can glance back across her two toned shoulder. She remembers seeing the bay and green pointed mare when the group of strangers had arrived at Ischia. ”Hi” she eventually offers in return.
She needs a little longer to pull herself together, but with one last glance at the ocean she turns herself back towards the beach. With the help of her fins it’s not hard to get back to the pearly white sand, and with each step Kylin rises higher, climbing on invisible ground until she walks on top of the water. The current couldn’t bother her like this.
For a moment she studies the winged mare, and her gaze lingers a little too long on the feathered wings on the mare’s side. Then the green, which makes her wonder if she’s related to Circinae in any way. Not that it was important, Kylin was just curious. After all, she and her siblings were a direct ty to Kerberos. And from what she had been told, Father was purple like his own sire. She pushes the ache in her chest away, or at least tries to, and offers the bay mare a small smile. ”Krone, right?”
OOC: Omg, I just realise that Krone and Kylin are related xD. She is a Kirin granddaughter, making Krone her aunt!