Like a flower waiting to bloom.
Looks can be very deceiving, as Kylin is everything but well. There was no denying that she had been content these past couple of years, but little does the lavender and cream woman know that Ivar had been the driving force behind her content. She had been quietly living on Ischia, while Ivar and the girls came and went, no longer needing her.
But Kylin does not feel like she has accomplished things, or is doing well. Her life is like an endless emotional rollercoaster that does not allow her to live peacefully. Worst of all, the only stable thing in her life has now been taken away from her.
“Mother,” she replies, softly and with a just as awkward smile. Easier it is to look at the horizon, where Ischia awaits. The grullo woman besides her is a stranger, and yet could not have been more familiar. Her shoulder shrug, and fins tremble as they rest against her sides. “I will cope..” she answers, as she always had. There is little else Kylin can do. And in all honestly, it should be nothing new to her, to have her life thrown around like this.
Like Mother, she stares in the distance, not sure how to reply to the offered apology. Kylin knows it is not fair to blame them, any of them, but for years and years she has lived in abandonment, while none of them had truly been alone. “You couldn’t have known.” That, Kylin means, and thought her smile is weak, this time it is genuine.
“What matters is that you are all back,” Even if I don’t know how we’ll get over this gap. “I’m sorry it.. is under these circumstances..”
Kylin
@[Wallace]