Like a flower waiting to bloom.
More and more follow. A flame like bay mare is first, and although she radiates love and care, her presence almost oppressive. She’s accompanied by another winged male, this time golden. They both obviously know the navy and green mare that had arrived at her home first. A buckskin overo stallion follows. Kylin isn’t given any time to study him, as the golden winged one addresses her.

He isn’t the only one to look at her in that way. Like they know something she doesn’t know. And they feel sorry for her for her because of that. It only makes the white and lavender girl more nervous. ”She should be around.” Her voice is soft and Kylin is barely able to hide the tremble. She didn’t know where Ea was, nor why it was taking so long for her queen to come here. After all, she had promised Father to look after both the island and Kylin herself in his absence.

More words follow, but in the end it doesn’t change anything. Even if Ea had been there, would they have acted different? A claim was put on her home, and just like that, the forest green mare crowns herself Queen. No, not a queen, but the Keeper.

What follows next is soon turned out by Kylin. There is simply too much chaos in her head and it has her backing away. Her ears turn backwards, then flop, and her head rises as tension starts to grow. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. And Ischia was definitely getting too busy for her liking. It had always just been her family.

Being addressed by the forest green mare snaps her out of the train of thoughts that kept her busy. Her hazel eyes are full of hesitance, some fear too, but she doesn’t look away. The request surprises her. Circinae, as she had introduced herself, wanted her help, her knowledge, and for what in return? Kylin’s peaceful home just got stripped away from her.

Lavender lips part and then close again, a couple of times to be exact, simply because she doesn’t know what to say. So instead Kylin backs away further and snorts a couple of times nervously. ”W-why?” is all she can say, first having to swallow the dry lump in her throat.

Just as quick, Circinae’s attention is on all the other strangers again. And it gives Kylin the perfect opportunity to flee. She crosses the beach back to the jungle she came from without muttering another word, and it’s not until she reached the safety of the jungle that she speeds up, trotting the familiar paths and leaving them all behind her.

She needed space, and time alone. What would this mean for Ischia, and for her? In her heart Kylin knows she can’t and won’t leave. Ischia was the only thing she had left and her connection to the sea too strong.