Like a flower waiting to bloom.
A soft breeze coming from the sea carries the signature salty scent with it. It would stick and mingle with the scents of all those who lived in Ischia, this bay and green mare in front of her wasn’t an exception. Soon Krone would smell like the sea too, like Kylin herself and all the others who were lucky to live near the sea. The smell reminded the lavender and white woman of home.
She settles not too far away from the winged mare, a comfortable distance between them without being too pushy or too far away. The wind helps her relax too, even making her coax her left hindleg into a resting position as her tail gently sways. ”I’m Kylin” she introduces herself with a nod and small smile. The meeting on the beach wasn’t one of her fondest memories, but Krone was right, Kylin had failed to introduce herself and had fled instead.
The sudden uneasiness makes her sidestep a little, only to end up back in the same place as before. Kylin doesn’t know how to deal with these feelings, or what to think of them. What if Krone – and the others – would think bad of her? She’d been pretty oblivious to Ea’s disappearance and she hadn’t been most welcoming.
The longer the silence stretches, the more restless she becomes. Her gaze wanders off to the sea, but it doesn’t give her inspiration to continue the conversation. Next is the beach, and from there her hazel eyes travel towards the jungle. That makes her lips curl up slightly. ”How.. How do you find Ischia? Is it to your liking..?”