There is my mind, there is my heart.
Kagerus had left her, encouraged her to discover Hyaline and meet her habitants. But without the bay overo’s guidance Kylin hadn’t known how to. And thus she had secluded herself to the cave where they’d spend the night together, snuggled comfortably close. Like before, the lavender tobiano mare is lost.
Even though winter had made room for spring – and summer is already knocking at the door – Kylin’s physical state hadn’t changed for the better. She is still too thin, not life threatening or even dangerously, but not as should be. Her lips are cracked, the lack of water had caused it to happen, and her pale coat looks like is in dire need of a bath. A bath that she is finally giving herself.
From the cave she was able to see Hyaline’s lake. She had caught herself staring at it more than once, feeling its pull on her. Like before, Kylin wants to go there, to accept her nature. Until today, she hadn’t dared. Today, the pull, the lure, has become too strong to resist.
With no eye for anything but the water, the lavender woman had found her way to the shore. Her first steps had been on top of the surface, but the furthers she moves to the middle of the lake, the more she feels the need to swim. Something she does not need to tell herself twice. Kylin allows herself to sink through the surface. A soft gasp escapes her lips, the water more crisp than she had thought. Her muscles crap, ears flick back nervous, but her fins seem to thrive. She’d denied herself water for too long.
A couple of minutes of swimming is enough to exhaust her. And the thrill, her excitement, take a toll on her energy level too. Two powerful flaps of her fins and Kylin finds herself stepping on top of the lake’s surface again. Water rolls down her body, dripping down and reuniting with the water. But that is not where her hazel gaze is locked on. Instead she finds herself staring at a dark girl on the water bank.
The déjà vu hits her right on. Here, and just like this, she had met Ivar, when they had both been around the age of this filly. The memory is enough to pull her out of her isolation, her legs moving forward on their own. But she does not reach the shore. A pale and golden mare changes the cause of events, and Kylin keeps standing on the surface in the middle of the lake.
Both her ears pin forward, wanting to join them. Kylin has been so lonely for so long now, and she hates to be alone, but at the same time she does not know how to not be alone.
@[Tähti] @[Solace]