Like a flower waiting to bloom.
It is only natural to her to press herself closer against him and into the embrace. Too long she’d gone without such close contact and as a girl who was used to be conjoined at the hip to her twin brother, Kylin had been desperate for it. And he offer exactly that what she needs.
His words did more to her than she would like to admit. Like a dozen of butterflies were contained in her stomach, and she feels all gooey too. He makes her feel like she matters, like she’s not nothing. And Kylin likes the feeling. Too soon he pulls away.
A little surprised the bends her white and lavender toned neck so she’s able to look at him with one eye. The unspoken question laid in her hazel gaze, but she doesn’t want to further separate them by asking it out loud. The cold breeze makes her shiver, only for a short moment, as her body mourns the loss of contact with his. Her answer – to her unspoken question – is delivered equally as silent. The light bump has her lips curling up and she doesn’t need more of invitation, or guidance, to follow him to shelter.
”You make it almost sound like visiting Ischia is a bad thing?” she asks, not able to ignore that what she interprets as slight bitterness in his tone. It only makes Kylin more curious. She had thoroughly enjoyed Ivar’s first visit to the tropical island, and she’d been sure he had too. Or hadn’t he?
Her step falls when she finally realise what he had said. Perhaps he hadn’t liked it after all. As Kylin looks at the scaled stallion there is both surprise and confusion in her gaze. Never before had they talked about living together, where did it come from? ”Stay in Loess..?” Stay with Ivar? Her eyes search his face for more clues as she softly repeats his words. Out loud and in mind.
She finds nothing, though he’s looking at her directly. Of course did she like his presence and she liked all he did and said to her even more, but trading Ischia for Loess? It was like picking water over land, and Kylin – like Ivar – preferred the water. But in Loess she wouldn’t be alone, Ivar had never left her, where in Ischia only strangers lived. Yet it had never occurred to her to leave Ischia. To leave home.
”Why do you ask so suddenly?” she asks, not because she’s objecting, but simply in an attempt to try to understand Ivar better. If he’d only suggested to move with her to Ischia she would’ve jumped right on it, but moving to Loess? ”There’s almost no water here..”
She would gain someone at her side, but lose her beloved water home.
Or she could stay at home, but perhaps lose the one friend still standing at her side.