Like a flower waiting to bloom.
The longer she looks at him, the more she discovers. His coat rivals the night sky, almost like trying to beat the starry sky on its own terrain. No, Kylin decides then, that wasn’t it. It’s not at all like that. His coat ís the stars, like a perfect replica, one that moved and changed with the sky too. His muzzle luminous white. Kylin couldn’t be more curious to see the rest of his body.
So she’s more than delighted when he replies to her, giving her some information about his lineage, his origin. And it’s even better than she thought. A perfect distraction. ”No, I’m nobody.. but if your father was a start, you’re a half-star” she eventually replies, the smile on her lips growing wider and her hazel eyes twinkle in delight.
As his eyes wander off, Kylin cannot help but to move her fins a little, just like Kharon used to ruffle his wings from time to time. The attention threw her a little off balance, making her sidestep a few times. Thankfully, he spoke again.
”I’m from Ischia, I was born there” she tells him, a slight frown between her brows. This was the only Beqanna she knew. And nobody had ever spoken to her about a different Beqanna. Bending her neck she points back to where she came from, across the sea. ”Ischia is there, an island not far from the coast, but only reachable by foot during low tide. Beqanna used to be different?” she asks right of the bat. Right now, Kylin would take everything that would take her mind of things.
In the silence that follows Kylin turns back to look at him again. The longer he holds her gaze, the more she sees through his star painted coat. There is a certain weariness in his eyes, and he holds himself differently than what she knows. ”Have you only just returned to Beqanna?” After all, Beqanna had been like this for years now.
@[Octavia]