Her trust in Ivar is infinite. They've known one another since they were both children, from other worlds but connecting through their love for bodies of water. Kylin feels safe in his presence, never questioning his motives, as to her they are genuine. She knows he wouldn't harm her - not remembering any of what happened after they went for deeper waters the second time. His gentle touch pushes the last panic of her mind, the last bit of unhappiness following her fear and confusion slipping from her mind. Instead she is content, leaning into his touch as a soft sigh escapes pas the barrier of her lips. Almost, almost, is she even able to forget about this dreadful place.
Only again remembering when the kelpie suggest they should go. An eager smile tugs on the corners of her lips, as she nods ever so slightly before tilting her head to lean into his touch.
There is no question who of them has the lead. Ivar is half a step ahead, able to guide her either to the right by cutting her off, or to the left through turning his head and shoulders away from her. Meanwhile, her hazel eyes study their surroundings with curiosity. Other than Ischia, Hyaline and Loess she didn't know the lands of Beqanna, and the yellow, red, and orange are nothing like she had ever seen. "These leaves..." she murmurs stunned, amazed eyes searching Ivar's as turns to look at him. "They have the same color as some of Ischia's flower! How? Is it always like this?" It is - for someone who has never experienced autumn - a sight to behold.
As the sapphire blue and crème and golden (?) stallion guides her across the border, she disregards any and all politic knowledge she has. Ivar guides her, and thus die naïvely follows. She does not need much encouragement, her own excitement and curiosity apparent enough. It had been years since they discussed visiting his childhood home, and when he moved to Loess it had looked like it would never happen. Kylin couldn't have been more thrilled.
Her muzzle presses against his. "It is amazing! Can we explore?" she asks eager, her head held high as her hazel eyes soon roam their surroundings instead of staying locked on Ivar's features. Her lavender and white dance with each movement, and her tail is held high like an excited Arabian would do. "Show me your favorite places? Please?" Kylin asks, her gaze locked on his face for a moment, her lips touching the corner of his before she pulls away to stray from hoe side. A couple of steps to the right, her ears pinning forward as she takes in that part of the forest. "This way?" she asks, then moving to the left to cross in front of the kelpie. "Or maybe this one?"
Only again remembering when the kelpie suggest they should go. An eager smile tugs on the corners of her lips, as she nods ever so slightly before tilting her head to lean into his touch.
There is no question who of them has the lead. Ivar is half a step ahead, able to guide her either to the right by cutting her off, or to the left through turning his head and shoulders away from her. Meanwhile, her hazel eyes study their surroundings with curiosity. Other than Ischia, Hyaline and Loess she didn't know the lands of Beqanna, and the yellow, red, and orange are nothing like she had ever seen. "These leaves..." she murmurs stunned, amazed eyes searching Ivar's as turns to look at him. "They have the same color as some of Ischia's flower! How? Is it always like this?" It is - for someone who has never experienced autumn - a sight to behold.
As the sapphire blue and crème and golden (?) stallion guides her across the border, she disregards any and all politic knowledge she has. Ivar guides her, and thus die naïvely follows. She does not need much encouragement, her own excitement and curiosity apparent enough. It had been years since they discussed visiting his childhood home, and when he moved to Loess it had looked like it would never happen. Kylin couldn't have been more thrilled.
Her muzzle presses against his. "It is amazing! Can we explore?" she asks eager, her head held high as her hazel eyes soon roam their surroundings instead of staying locked on Ivar's features. Her lavender and white dance with each movement, and her tail is held high like an excited Arabian would do. "Show me your favorite places? Please?" Kylin asks, her gaze locked on his face for a moment, her lips touching the corner of his before she pulls away to stray from hoe side. A couple of steps to the right, her ears pinning forward as she takes in that part of the forest. "This way?" she asks, then moving to the left to cross in front of the kelpie. "Or maybe this one?"
Ooc: another phone post ♡
@[Ivar]