He tells her "ooh love".
She had arrived a little late, but just in time to see how the newest addition to their family first sat up. Though it would surprise her if none of the others would notice her presence, she kept herself a bit away, shielded from the eye in the jungle’s thick vegetation. It was not Mother who she greeted first. Not Father either, or the unknown boy at his side. It was Kharon.
With the newborn filly nurturing herself and her attention focussed on that task sorely, Kylin dares to step out. As she presses herself up against Kharon’s winged side, her hazel eyes take in the grayish girl. There is purple too, and white, but Mother clearly has had some more influence this time. She does not speak, just a brush of her muzzle across Kharon’s cheek.
Her gaze meet Mother’s, and she smiles softly, before swaying her head over to Father. He too gets a smile. Last is the boy at Father’s side. Her gaze is both curious and puzzled, her dished head tilting a little. ”Hello, who’re you?” she asks softly, her head dipping a little to the ground and her neck curves as she reaches out to him. Without moving from Kharon’s side of course. Oh, if he only would wrap his wing around her.
”What will you name her, Mother?” she asks, her head moving in the direction of the other child. Kylin’s ears pin forward and she takes one small step forward to lightly touch girl’s neck in a silent greeting.
