There is my mind, there is my heart.
She had thought the conversation done. Not because she is not interested in it, she does not dismiss the bay mare – nor think she is in the right place to do such thing – but simply because she wouldn’t know a reason for the mare to stick close. Kylin is a mess, and there is no way to hide it. Even her transparent fins cannot hide the slight show of her ribs, or how her hips are a bit too pointy. But the bay lingers.
Kylin’s haze gaze wanders back, a little confused and at the same time a bit too blank. All Kharon’s fault. Ivar’s too, just as Father’s, Mother’s, Kali’s, uncle Reilly’s and Badden’s. Their all to blame. Or is it Kylin herself?
Slowly her ears flick forward, and even more slowly her hazel eyes seem to focus on the winged mare’s silhouette. ”I do, I think, if she will still have me..” she answers, the twitch of her lips sad, but not unfriendly. Kylin feels like she’s part of the island, rusted in place, and at the same time she could not feel more lost. Ischia didn’t seem to need her, like many had claimed.
”My name is Kylin” she offers in return after a brief silence, not really sure how to move on from this point. It seemed like a logic move, following Bristol introducing herself. Perhaps she could use the next thing she had said too, even if she finds it hard to move past her grief. ”You live here too?”
OOC: I'm all over everything today, and it makes my words messy. Sorry for this.. :/ Hope the next one will be beter!