Like a flower waiting to bloom.
While waiting for them to introduce themselves, she cannot help it but to study them both curiously. Focussing her attention on something also helps her ignore her own nervousness. The pale winged mare should be close to her own way, yet she carried herself with more confidence than Kylin could ever hope she’d have. He, on the other hand, was the one she couldn’t stop herself from looking at. Though older, he reminds her of Kharon. His coat lavender like theirs, though the twins, though he lacks the white. His wings, however, have the same hue as Kharons.
The expected introductions never come. Instead the lavender stallion expressions their desire to call Ischia home. As if not enough strangers had suddenly popped up on Ischia’s shore lately. Yet Kylin doesn’t know Krone’s politics. And that’s the only answer she can give the pale mare. ”Krone, Ischia’s keeper” she replies, there is simply no more she can tell the winged duo. ”I could show you both to her?” Though they would probably run into the bay and green mare sooner or later anyway. There was little Kylin could do to make them, if they didn’t desire to.
It is only then that her gaze focusses on the lavender stallion again. Her dished head tilts ever so slightly and her fins move at her side, like one would ruffle its wings. ”I’m sorry. I’ve never met the one called Kirin. But I believe my father mentioned him once..” Though Kerberos had never used many words on him. Only that they had to leave when the purple stallion had invaded Ischia.