He tells her "ooh love".
Her eyes follow his form as Ivar walks towards the water too, then in it and eventually sliding past her. He goes deeper than she went and soon he’s completely soaked. Head till toe. It shouldn’t really surprise her, he had gotten a full dose of pollen into his face. A smile lies on Kylin’s lips, not to make fun of him but simply because watching him gives her joy. It’s such a natural sight. He was one with the water.
His words pull her back from her thoughts and after a shake of her head her gaze finds his. An apologetic smile this time. She wants to tell him that she agrees, but that little ‘but’ is enough to keep her silent. Kylin curiously looks at him, her dished head slightly tilted to the side ad she waits for Ivar to continue. ”But..?” She’s never been the patient one.
This time she laughs out loud and with a grin that lingers on her lips she steps forward again, following after him. ”This spring, it is not only one of the prettiest ones, but also the biggest one” she tells him softly as she moves closer to him. There’s still a little distance between them, as she’s not confident enough yet to follow his example. The water now pools over her back, making her shiver and groan softly. Was this how it felt like? Was this the sensation of swimming?
”But Ivar.. How do I swim?” she asks him. Swimming was something she had never done before. Never had to too. Usually she and Kharon, and occasionally Father, ran across the water’s surface.