Like a flower waiting to bloom.
It has been years since the Brotherhood had shown up, and challenged Krone for the crown. Following their arrival, Kylin had moved from the main island, to the smaller left island. Not because Brennen, or his Brotherhood, wanted her to leave, but simply because her place is not among them. They asked for her loyalty, something the lavender woman is not willing to give. Her loyalty lies with the land, and its memories, not with whoever might occupy it. For that, Ischia has known too many shifts in leadership.
Queen Ea, then Father and uncle Reilly, and then Father had asked Ea again to take reign, all in favour of leaving Ischia to go looking for Kharon, Kali, and Mother. He had left her behind, sure, Ea and Caw were asked to watch over her, but they too disappeared. Perhaps, if they hadn’t, Kylin’s life would’ve been very different.
One would perhaps argue that it could have been happier, but under Ivar’s influence it is impossible for Kylin to be unhappy. The sapphire and gold kelpie makes sure to wipe any and all unhappy feelings from her system. And, bottom line, he still knows how to charm her.
But, Ivar too, at one point had abandoned her. However, he had been quicker to find his way back to her side quicker than her family has.
A loud scream, followed by the squeaking noises of the disturbed colourful birds, is what makes her lift her head. A bit uncertain, her lavender ears turn and twist, and a frown finds its way to her forehead. Hazel eyes move to the main island, but other than the flock of bird, nothing seems out of the ordinary. But still. That voice… It can’t be..” she tells herself, with a shake of her lightly dished head. It has been years, I must be hallucinating again.
Yet, her curiosity – or hope – is stronger than the little voice in her head that tells her she is crazy. Kylin is afraid to hope, afraid what she might discover, and also how her hope might be crushed once again. They’d left so many years ago, there’d be no logical reason for them to come back now. Nothing is stopping her. Ivar is elsewhere, and both her girls are old enough of venture off by themselves.
Her first steps onto the sea’s surface are hesitant, her pastel colored fins trembling at her sides, but soon her pace is steady. She crosses the sea separating the different islands that together form Ischia. It has been a while since she had last visited the main land, and even longer since she has last spoken till a member of the Brotherhood. Kylin knows she is welcome, and that nobody would deny her entrance, but she still halts on the beach. Continuing further almost feels like trespassing.
“Hello?”
Kylin
@[Kali] @[Kharon]