He tells her "ooh love".
A sigh escapes past the barrier of her lips as he draws her close. She loved those wings of his. It made him special, slightly different, better than herself, even though they were still recognizable twins. But more she loved what he did with them, how he held her close, how he sheltered her. Kylin gladly settles in his embrace, a soft smile on her lips.
It’s sweet and short, a twin brother and sister greeting each other. Then her attention is back on the other mare again. She can feel the warmth of Zhenga’s skin, their breaths mingling as they exchange scents. Once done she steps backwards, next to Kharon again, but without pressing herself against his side. Though she’s not any less aware of his presence.
She smiles at Zhenga, nodding approvingly and agreeing. Ischia is beautiful, unlike any other place too. They had their own private isle, with a jungle, fresh water springs and so many things to explore. ”It is” she softly agrees with a warm smile upon her pale lips. It’s all she says for now, allowing Kharon to answer the mare’s question. For now she was content with listening. Her face shows dislike at his story, clearly agreeing with her brother on the invaders.
Grinning slightly she reaches out again, nipping his shoulder as to tell him to calm down. ”Mother wouldn’t like it. If Father would want to meet Zhenga, he will come find us on his own” she tells him, still grinning slightly before turning her hazel eyes back to the mare in front of her. ”No worries, Father is nice” she agrees with her brother.
Then her attention is back to Kharon again, her dished head slightly tilting as she silently looks at him. There was so much to see. From the pretty flowers that only grew on their island to the beautiful sight of looking up to the roof of leaves where the sun danced upon. Not to mention the few springs that were their source of fresh, sweet water. ”The little clearing, the one with the small flower meadow” she finally decides, a smile tugging on the corners of her lips at the memory.
