There is my mind, there is my heart.
Something in the piebald’s gaze holds Kylin’s own. She does not glance away – like she often did – and for the first time she finds herself actually looking at Kagerus, instead of staring blindly. What she sees makes her yearn for more. This mare does seem to see her, and for a moment Kylin wonders if she does feel her pain too. Suddenly she feels vulnerable, extremely so too, and small. Her fins press tighter against her sides, as if she is trying to hold herself.
But even so, her hazel eyes don’t stray away from Kagerus’ nutmeg ones. The mare’s breath is warm against her skin, but Kylin does not find it uncomfortable. Somehow it is okay. Like Kagerus tells her she will be. The words are met with a long and deep stare; Kylin is searching for answers that answer the many questions that swirl in her head, tears still shimmering in her eyes. Then the corners of her lips twitch, just barely, and Kylin speaks so softly it is almost not audible. ”I will?”
By some miracle the lavender and cream girl does not look away when Kagerus does. If not, she even extends her neck a little to lean in closer, as if that would help her make contact again. Kylin’s lips twitch again when Kagerus does, weakly smiling through her tears. ”Hyaline?” Well, that does spark some interest.
Years ago, when she’d still been a filly, they had shortly moved there. Father had claimed the land for their family, to be safe and far away from whatever had invaded Ischia. Later Kylin had learned – through Kharon – that it had been their grandfather they had fled from. It had only lasted short, and they had returned to Ischia to claim it as theirs. But Kylin has always looked back on their time in Hyaline with fondness.
”Is the lake still as beautiful as ever?”