Like a flower waiting to bloom.
King. Ivar had been crowned king.
She needs a moment to let that sink in and it has her speechless. No wonder he was bound to Loess. It wasn’t someone or something that kept him in place specifically, but a title and the commitment to the land. That wasn’t something Kylin would ever had expected. Yes, they had talked about lands and adventures before, but never diplomacy. And honestly, in her mind Ivar had always been too free to bound himself to a place like this.
The silence stretches and her thoughts wander off, wondering why Ivar would want her to leave Ischia and move to Loess. Why did Ivar want her to stay with him? Those had been his words, his way of formulating. Kylin is pretty sure he had meant them, but she cannot figure out his reasoning on her own. ”Why? Why do you want me to stay?”
Maybe she would. It was not like there was much left for her in Ischia, other than the land itself. The lavender and white girl knows she can find purpose there, Circinae had even asked for her help already. But at this moment, she had yet to find peace with the arrival of the strangers.
Ivar, and Loess, would be just as a gamble though. A new land, new people and she’d have to say goodbye to her beloved sea. Yes she knew Ivar, meaning she was familiar with Loess’ king, but she didn’t know anybody else that roamed these lands.
His words have her nodding, and smile a little. It’s a forced one though, and it doesn’t show in her eyes. ”Is it okay if I give you an answer when you come to visit Ischia? I.. need time..” she honestly admits. Never before Kylin had even thought of leaving Ischia, his suggestion had come out of the blue and put thoughts in her head that she had never had before.
Only time could tell what her decision would be. Ischia and the sea, or Loess and Ivar.
There is an apology in her eyes as she finds his again, but this time with a meant smile. She steps forward again, bumping her muzzle into his shoulder. ”The wind is getting chilly, does Loess have any shelter?”
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Like a flower waiting to bloom - Ivar
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