Like a flower waiting to bloom.
The arrival of once strangers had shaken Ischia up. She hadn’t spoken to all of them yet, but both Circinae and Krone had approached her. At first she had wanted to hide from them, to just ignore their presence, but the more time passed by, the weirder that became. By now Kylin understood they weren’t going to leave.
They wouldn’t make her leave either, and secretly, she liked it that she no longer was the only one there. The disappearance of her family had left her quite lonely.
Luckily she had one rock in the wild sea that was her life. His call isn’t entirely unexpected, after all, Ivar had promised her to come to visit and he had never broken a promise made to her. As her eyes search his black and white scaled form, her answer is already carried towards him by the wind.
Kylin doesn’t waste time and spends no effort as she hurries herself towards the sea. ”Ivar!” she greets him as a wide smile tugs at the corners of her lips. It’s impossible for her to express how happy she is to see a familiar face. ”You came.” She steps forward, invading his personal space without really realising it, and her muzzle is pressed against his neck. Oh, she liked the smell of the salt laced with his. ”You finally smell like the sea again” she teases him when she pulls back, her hazel eyes searching his. Kylin keeps her fins at her side, like one would fold his or her wings. It is not on her mind that he hadn't seen the new addition yet, as the fins were are very much a part of her.
”How are you?” There are so many things she wants to ask. How Loess is, if he settled in as new king, and how he deals with all responsibilities of the title. She combines it in one simple, short question. Kylin tilts her slightly dished head a little to the side, with Ivar in the center of the attention.