He tells her "ooh love".
It’s not Kharon who approaches him, but his almost identical twin. They were of opposite sex and Kylin did not have all the gifts that Kharon had, but on first glance she did resemble him. On the second one would notice the lack of wings and the more elegant way she carried her body. Shorter, more slender but the a rounding in her curves, more pretty than handsome, feminine. Even now her growing body wasn’t at the most gracious stage of life.

A flash of white had caught her attention. Still away from ‘home’, even if she theoretically still hadn’t left home since she still was on Ischia’s ground, she had forced herself to explore this part of the island. Without Kharon it was so much less fun, but she had to do sómething to keep her mind busy.

Thinking hurt too much.

Her brother had never told her about his ‘meeting’ with the green tobiano colt, and thus Kylin goes in unbiased. She doesn’t know him, she doesn’t know of him and her curiosity is sparked by that green in his coat. The lavender tint even more. Did she have yet another sibling she wasn’t aware of?

She had been moving silently, approaching him with dipped head. He smelled like the sea, had he swam here just like Ivar? He sure would be exhausted then, it was by no means a short distance. ”Hello” she softly whispers, not wanting to wake him up if he was really sleeping, nor scare and jolt him if he had been simply dozing. Kylin reached out too, stepping in his personal space to gently touch his withers, with the intention of drawing back right after.

Like a flower waiting to bloom.
The touch was light, only the faintest brush of her muzzle across the white of his withers, but enough to wake him. Or, had he only pretended to sleep and kept quiet? And probably it was a good things Kylin had withdrew right away. His vicious reaction startles her, making her gasp for air softly as she stumbles a few more steps backwards.

Though his anger seems to slip away, he looks everything but friendly. And Kylin isn’t so sure anymore if this had been a good idea. He’s still down, chin tucked down to his chest, and that’s something she’s grateful for. Right now, it would simply terrify her to see him standing. But then, even though he was still down, he already did scare her. A little. At least.

His excuse explains his aggressive and feral reaction, but his voice doesn’t really match the spoken words. Kylin nods, still a bit nervous and hesitant, but she would have to admit that it was hér fault for creeping up at him like this. ”I’m sorry..” she mumbles softly, hazel gaze cast down for a short moment. ”I shouldn’t have done that..” Her regret is genuine. And not only because of his softening features.

”I was only exploring.. Stumbled upon you by accident..” She finds talking becomes easier, as his expression gets more pleasant. Kylin even finds herself smiling back a little, though still hesitant and a little nervous. It was quite hard to get that first feral reaction and almost attack out of her mind. His question makes it a little easier though.

She laughs softly, a little forced but mostly genuine, shaking her head a little. ”I guess I am technically” she answers him, nodding ever so slightly. He knew of her family then, and no way Father or uncle Reilly would allow someone dangerous to stay on their island, right? ”My name is Kylin. You know my family?” she asks curiously.

But more importantly, what she actually wanted to ask was: Are you family? The lavender tint on the white areas of his coat, it looked too much like her and Kharon’s.

Like a flower waiting to bloom.
Her gaze lingers on the ground before her hooves, suddenly finding the vegetation of the jungle very interesting. It’s a great way to not have to think about the more pressing matters on hand. She should though, but choosing to ignore it was so much easier. She should run, Kylin knows, but it’s like her feet are frozen to the ground.

The sound of her name, coming from his lips, startles her and pulls her from her thoughts. She blinks her hazel eyes at him, slightly confused but nodding her head anyway as to show him he heard him. There is a slight pause after and Kylin tilts her head suddenly very interested in his answer. And the answer to her unasked questions. So much that she catches herself holding her breath.

”You do?” this time it’s her turn to repeat, almost unable to deal with the sudden tension. He answers the question she had audible asked, but not the ones that were hidden in her mind. She keeps silent as he speaks, first Reilly and then unmistakably he mentions Kharon. ”Kharon” she fills in, a frown now forming between her brows. Why wouldn’t he have told her about meeting Maugrim? They never kept secrets for one another, did they? ”My twin.” Feeling to need to explain why they look so alike.

Automatically her gaze follows his, not able to not smile at the recognition of the water. It calls her, softly. It makes her wonder if it called Maugrim too. Slowly she turns her head to look back to him, eyeing him silently. He doesn’t look at her, but his words make her smile. ”It is” she softly agrees wholeheartedly. Ischia was wonderful. ”Isn’t it yours too? You made it sound like it is..” she asks a little confused. He had mentioned meeting Reilly upon his arrival, suggesting he had never left and settled in Ischia. But she had never heard of him. Odd.

”Would you like to go to the beach?” she suddenly asks. It was out of her mouth before she realised, still watching him watching in the direction of the nearby beach. Her purple tail flicks through the air, swaying a little, the mention of her home and the beach calming her nerves a little.

Like a flower waiting to bloom.
Her head tilts a little confused with the answer he gives her. He would like to live her? But going from his previous answer he has been around for a while. After all, he mentioned he met Kharon before, and Reilly. Kylin doesn’t know how to reply, actually at loss of words, and thus she keeps silent. It’s not that she doesn’t want to answer, because she does want to, but she doesn’t know what.

Maugrim beats her to it. Even admits that he doesn’t feel at home. And it breaks her heart. Ischia wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was true they lived their own lives quietly, free and with those they felt comfortable with. That Maugrim didn’t feel welcome, or accepted, is a very very bad thing. ”I.. I’m sorry..” she apologises on behalf of all of them. ”Would you want to be.. around us more? I could talk to my father, or uncle Reilly?”

Her hazel gaze lies upon him, honestly conflicted with the matter at hand. Ischia was for everybody, right? And then also the thing that Kharon hadn’t told her about meeting Maugrim. They told each other everything, right?

Her pondering is broken when he nods, agreeing to her proposition to go to the beach. Her smile matches his, almost. Genuine and enthusiastic. The promise of the beach and the sea always brightened up her day. ”Let’s go then!” she suggest with a smile, already bouncing on her lavender and white legs. Kylin is oblivious to his inner pondering, and more than ready to go the beach.

Kylin doesn’t wait for his answer this time, unable to keep still any longer. She’s off to the beach, her head dipping lower to dive underneath some of the overhanging leaves. Within no time she finds herself standing on the beach, sand underneath her hooves and the salty breeze toying with her mane and tail. ”Where are you waiting for?” she calls across her shoulder, head swaying a little to the side to glance behind her. However, Kylin doesn’t wait. She bounces off towards the sea, not stopping until the waves that roll upon the sand touch her hooves.

A deep – content – sigh escapes past the barrier of her lips.

Like a flower waiting to bloom.
Well that surely caught her attention. Her head tilts a little, hazel eyes curiously taking the dark foresty green and white young man in. He felt at home around water too? Did it call Maugrim, like it called so many from her family? That thought only puts a wide smile upon her lips. Perhaps he was family after all. ”You like the water? I really do like it.” The little confession made Kylin so enthusiastic that she didn’t even notice his cold look.

From her position, just there where the water meets the sand, she can see perfectly fine how the water reacts to his presence. No, not simply reacting, but embracing him. Kylin curiously looks at him, at the water and how they mingled so perfectly together. So beautifully.

It is when their gazes meet that she feels the pull of the water. She blinks a few times, tearing her eyes away from Maugrim, to look at the water. It pulls back, but calls her. Very alluring. Her thoughts wander towards the water, how nice it would be to play on the water. The weather was great, and she did have someone new to play with. Maybe he could show her some new tricks. Maybe he could help her impress Kharon.

His voice pulls her back. She blinks a few times, her head tilting as she turns to look at him. She needs a moment to realise what it was what he had said, but when she does, Kylin smiles at him. ”I know.” She doesn’t hesitate, stepping forward and not into the water, but on top of it. A few moments later she’s standing a couple of meters off shore, water underneath her hooves. ”I’m quite.. accustomed to water” she says, turning to Maugrim with a wide grin.

Her grins grows wider after a short moment, lips curling up. Then she’s off. Not really further onto the ocean, but more like running past the shoreline. It’s at her left side, and her legs keep carrying her forward. The wind tugs at her mane, pushing her forward and for a moment, she really feels free. Let all troubles behind her and just run, run and enjoy her sea.