Like a flower waiting to bloom.
It is like every time she sees him, he is getting more and more handsome. For now Kylin blames it on the sun, who’s rays brighten him up and almost cast a kind of halo or aura around him. And once again she has to remind herself that they are just friends, nothing more. Though that doesn’t show in the way she presses herself closer against his scaled form as they embrace.
Her eyes fall closed as she draws in one last deep breath, just to smell him. Oh yes, the salt really smelled good on him. Kylin finds herself humming softly as he starts to reply, but his surprised ‘oh’ has her looking up. As her head tilts a little her fins move slightly, like one would naturally ruffle his wings. ”What are what..?” she asks, then bending her neck as he steps away so she can look to what he was referring to. ”Oh.” Her fins.
His intense stare over flusters her a little. For a moment – to allow Ivar to closely observe – she spreads her fins, only to pull them flush against her side again a little while later. Transparent and matching there are light lavender lines and spots. But before she can look back to him, he asks if they are wings, and Kylin cannot help it but to laugh softly as she shakes her head. ”No, not wings. Fins, for swimming only” she tells him with a slight grin.
Perhaps now they could go and swim in the sea together. Last time Ivar had visited Ischia he had learned her how to swim, and although she’s sure that he still is a better swimmer, now she finally dared to hope that she maybe, just maybe, could keep up. ”And? What do you think of them?” she asks, a mix between a smile and grin upon her lips. Though soon it falters, suddenly very aware of his eyes upon her form. Maybe he didn’t like the new addition she had gained somewhere after she had returned from her visit to Loess.
OOC: I usually use this ref for her fins ^^