06-02-2018, 03:16 PM
With Kyveli safely under another’s sharp eye, Kylin finally finds she has some time on her hands to spend on herself. Don’t misunderstand, the lavender and white woman loves her daughter, but finds being a single parent rather exhausting. It is definitely not the picture she had painted in her head when she had agreed to spend one last night with Klaudius: in her mind, he had chosen her and their child over everybody else.
How wrong she had been. But, as she has Kyveli safely with her in Ischia, it is his loss, and not hers.
Her day off is, not so miraculously, spend at the beach. She’s dozing in the sun, ankle deep into the sea as the tide slowly rises. A soft breeze makes her mane gently sway, as well as a few dry short strands of her lavender tail. The sun warms her back pleasantly, and everything together is a perfect cocktail for relaxation.
Except that the peaceful expression is only a façade. Underneath, Kylin’s heart and mind are a mess. It is the first time she is away from her daughters side and although it is something good, and that she knows Kyveli is safe, it makes her restless. Restless enough to find herself unable keep settled out in the sun much longer. Before she has made the decision to move, Kylin is up and around, water moving for her as she wades deeper.
Soon the water flows across her back, but unlike last time she had waded this deep, she does not stop there. Her hooves loose contact with the sand, and it only the movement of her fins and movement of her legs that keeps her going forward. Kylin’s lips are sealed together – less chance to get any of the salt water in her mouth – but she is smiling nevertheless.
It is only when she rounds a curve of the island that her hazel eyes find his familiar form. His eyes are closed, dozing in the sun just like she had not too long ago. Kylin approaches him from deeper waters, slowly making her way to the shore until she is, just like Ivar, standing only knee deep into the water. The corners of her lips twitch, and curl up, as she does not verbally greet him, but instead extends her curved neck to press it against his muscular neck.
@[Ivar] Sorry for the wait! <3
How wrong she had been. But, as she has Kyveli safely with her in Ischia, it is his loss, and not hers.
Her day off is, not so miraculously, spend at the beach. She’s dozing in the sun, ankle deep into the sea as the tide slowly rises. A soft breeze makes her mane gently sway, as well as a few dry short strands of her lavender tail. The sun warms her back pleasantly, and everything together is a perfect cocktail for relaxation.
Except that the peaceful expression is only a façade. Underneath, Kylin’s heart and mind are a mess. It is the first time she is away from her daughters side and although it is something good, and that she knows Kyveli is safe, it makes her restless. Restless enough to find herself unable keep settled out in the sun much longer. Before she has made the decision to move, Kylin is up and around, water moving for her as she wades deeper.
Soon the water flows across her back, but unlike last time she had waded this deep, she does not stop there. Her hooves loose contact with the sand, and it only the movement of her fins and movement of her legs that keeps her going forward. Kylin’s lips are sealed together – less chance to get any of the salt water in her mouth – but she is smiling nevertheless.
It is only when she rounds a curve of the island that her hazel eyes find his familiar form. His eyes are closed, dozing in the sun just like she had not too long ago. Kylin approaches him from deeper waters, slowly making her way to the shore until she is, just like Ivar, standing only knee deep into the water. The corners of her lips twitch, and curl up, as she does not verbally greet him, but instead extends her curved neck to press it against his muscular neck.
@[Ivar] Sorry for the wait! <3