Like a flower waiting to bloom.
She is happy. The little nudge only strengthens her own feelings, brings them to another level, and all so without Kylin knowing it aren’t entirely her own feelings. The lavender and crème woman is content too, and the bliss puts her in this dreamy state of being. All what is missing is Kyveli, who, although not Ivar’s daughter, is still very much part of the family.
Kylin, too, remembers his promise from that day. But she does not question him. He had promised to never, ever, do that to her again – she remembers standing frozen on the beach, unable to move a single muscle in her body – and she trusts him not too. He had been her friend, and now her lover. Ivar already has her, so in Kylin’s mind he does not need to hypnotize her, nor does he need to nudge her feelings.
But what one does not know, does not hurt them. And her memories of their last swim are still vague. All she knows is that she was tired, but had wanted to stay a little longer anyway.
She cannot help it but to lean into his touch, her own lips finding the corner of his mouth to playfully nip at him in return. “Or perhaps you are a great teacher” she teases, but presses her muzzle against his shoulder right after.
“They have?” The disappointment is clearly written over her face. She had liked the idea of re-living that said moment with the three, or perhaps four, of them. But with Kypria so little, and the season nearing the end… Ivar’s words have her searing his gaze, and her dished head tilting to the side. “In a couple of weeks still?”
Or did he mean right now? But who would watch over Kypria?
Kylin
@[Ivar]