He tells her "ooh love".
She’s not like Kharon. She does not share his abilities, except for the water walking. To her he’s perfect. And she’s just Kylin. Not able to not read minds makes that it takes her a little longer to warm up to Father. But she would be in denial if she would say this was no fun. Euphoria is what she feels as the droplets hit his metallic form and the wide grin tells how much she enjoys her little victory.
Which is soon wiped of her face. Shocked and surprised she stares at the spot where he went into the water. Somehow she had come to a hold, blinking her eyes a bit dumfound. ”Fahter?” her voice unsure and slightly wavering. After all, Kharon almost drowning was still fresh on her mind. The droplets roll down her coat, her left side completely soaked now. Kylin even less expects what happens next.
Her head jerks to the side, eyes wide and she quicksteps side wards on the water, a shriek coming from her lips. Blood rushes in her ears and her heart is beating fast, but the sight of just his head peeking out of the water makes her burst into more giggles. It does not stop as he rains droplets on her. Kylin reaches out to brush her muzzle across the corner of his mouth, gently nipping him. ”You can play with Kharon and me?” she offers with a child’s innocence. After all, they liked playing on the water too. And she knew how much Kharon liked Father.
”Can we play with the waves?” she then asks, her dished head tilting as she turns to look up at him. Hazel eyes warm and twinkling, eager at the thought of jumping over and running away from the waves that stirred the sea’s surface.
