Like a flower waiting to bloom.
Seeing the black woman smile, made Kylin smile in return. She liked her smile, just as she likes Father’s. ”Hi dad” she softly greets him in return. She stays close at his side, but her attention is soon back on their visitor. The little bow made her giggle softly. Never before had she seen such formalities, but she was curious and polite enough to bow her head in return. Very unlike dad.
Jord then introduces herself and just when she’s about to finish the greetings by telling it was nice to meet the other mare, Jord does it for her. And mispronounces her name. Honestly, Kylin doesn’t know what to think about it. Never before had such thing happened to her and she doesn’t know how to deal with it. It could very much just have been an accidental mistake, she hoped so at least. It’s Father who comes to her rescue, it would’ve made her flinch if she had been in Jord’s hooves. ”I’m sure Jord didn’t do it on purpose” she replies softly, her muzzle brushing her father’s metallic shoulder.
Then the conversation takes a turn to somewhere she didn’t really had much knowledge of. Kylin had never gotten involved in politics, her young mind busy with other things. Dad gives Jord a long reply, even bringing Mother in the conversation, but it basically summed up how they lived in Ischia. But Jord doesn’t give up. And honestly, she was rather curious to this Tephra she came from. Ivar had mentioned some of the other lands to during his last visit, and Kylin never really had to explore any of them. ”What’s your home like?”