07-08-2018, 09:54 AM
Even though his previous remark is not yet forgotten, she happily leans into him. She has always liked close proximity and Ivar, being taller than she is, forms a perfect shield against the chilly breeze. Kylin has never liked the cold, but his warmth is – and presence – make up for the cold. And the sight pretty much makes her forget about it too.
Both her lavender ears point forward, hazel eyes roaming from the far left to the right, all the way from right across the ridge to the far horizon. She barely notices how his muzzle slides across her crest, but her body instinctively reacts to his, leaning into his touch even though her attention is elsewhere. “It’s amazing” she tells him almost breathless, his shoulder solid against hers. Her gaze finds his, out of the corner of her eye, to offer him a bright smile as her eyes twinkle.
It does not last long, as he points northeast and her gaze follows his to look in the distance. There, where the orange and yellow and red leaves meet the sturdy dark green of Taiga’s pine trees. Kylin extends her neck, and leans forward, as if that would make her see it better. “Can we? I’d love to!” she tells him with much enthusiasm, once again turning to look at him. Her muzzle finds his cheek, not yet stepping away to make her way down, but already pumped with fresh energy.
Her neck curls further to follow him as he steps back, watching him press his cheek against her stomach. A soft smile, soon hidden as she glances away flustered and turns around after him, not yet aware of what he already knows. Kylin makes way for the trail they had just used to make their way up to the ridge, glancing back across her shoulder as to silently ask him if this was the way.
“Who learned you how to swim?”
@[Ivar]
Both her lavender ears point forward, hazel eyes roaming from the far left to the right, all the way from right across the ridge to the far horizon. She barely notices how his muzzle slides across her crest, but her body instinctively reacts to his, leaning into his touch even though her attention is elsewhere. “It’s amazing” she tells him almost breathless, his shoulder solid against hers. Her gaze finds his, out of the corner of her eye, to offer him a bright smile as her eyes twinkle.
It does not last long, as he points northeast and her gaze follows his to look in the distance. There, where the orange and yellow and red leaves meet the sturdy dark green of Taiga’s pine trees. Kylin extends her neck, and leans forward, as if that would make her see it better. “Can we? I’d love to!” she tells him with much enthusiasm, once again turning to look at him. Her muzzle finds his cheek, not yet stepping away to make her way down, but already pumped with fresh energy.
Her neck curls further to follow him as he steps back, watching him press his cheek against her stomach. A soft smile, soon hidden as she glances away flustered and turns around after him, not yet aware of what he already knows. Kylin makes way for the trail they had just used to make their way up to the ridge, glancing back across her shoulder as to silently ask him if this was the way.
“Who learned you how to swim?”
@[Ivar]