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I'm sinking to the bottom of my everything
“Fins.” She corrects him under her breath, when he mentions Kylin’s “wings”. “They’re fins.”
But Klaudius is busy indulging her - saying something about how Krone was his sister and that Ischia harbored plenty of his family. This furrows Nyxa’s usually smooth brow into an adorable wrinkle; the puzzle pieces (though well placed) still seemed a bit off. So there were three, distantly-related horses sharing the same home. So what? Why does his mouth quirk into a wiry smile when he says, sister? As if it were a private joke.
The young mare can only assume that this … odd behavior is due to some vital information she’s lacking. Maybe he and Krone were not full-siblings? Not like her brothers and herself? Her mother, Circinae, had also come from a large brood with a singular sire; Nyxa remembers just how ‘close’ Circy and her half-brother Wyrm had been.
Practically strangers, a few drops of blood away from enemies.
“After you, M’Dear,” The purple stallion offers with a sweep of his brow. Have they reached the cavern already? With a soft glance to her feet, Nyxa can see that, yes, they’ve reached their destination and, yes, this place is a familiar one. Not a grand cave, and not one she’s extensively explored (the best were elsewhere, closer to the heart of Ischia) but a familiar one all the same. With a forlorn sigh, the seamare moves away from the gentle fingers of fresh rain and slips quietly into the dark shadows of Klaudius’ hideaway.
Only a few feet in though and she stops. Her head jerks up; both nostrils flare and at the same moment, her ears strain ahead to listen. “I think there’s water further back … I can almost,” and she whuffs again, “I can almost smell it, can you? Earthy, like mold.” She explains, her voice a silvery whisper in the dark.
“Is there a pool in this grotto?” She turns behind to ask - what a silly question, though - they both know Ischia is practically water itself.
@[Klaudius]