Like a flower waiting to bloom.
Off course she follows him towards the shade. It is as much part of her nature as her gentle soul, and Kylin doesn’t second guess it. He is her friend and right now he is also the only one she’s trusts blindly. ”Cheating” she repeats with a teasing smile as she settles herself in the shade next to him. Her left hindleg is coaxed up in a resting pose and her neck bends in favour of touching her fin. When wet, they reflect the sunlight.
When her gaze moves back to Ivar her lips part to speak, to ask him if he perhaps went to a change like herself and hadn’t told her about it yet, but she is caught off guard by what she sees. Her parted lips find one another again as her hazel eyes are fixated on Ivar’s hindlegs, or, scratch that, fish tail.
Without realising it the lavender and white girl moves closer, her nose dipping closer to the sand as she extends her neck to reach out. Kylin doesn’t think of minding personal space, like they still are the children they once were. Her muzzle touches sleek scales, smooth and slippery to her touch. Slowly her gaze moves up, to meet his, and for a couple of moments she just stares at Ivar. Then her lips curl up, teasing. ”So you did cheat.”
It is not her own teasing that makes her laugh softly. The look upon her features is a cross between amusement and curiosity. ”Your mother is a dolphin?” Kylin could only imagine what it would be like to be free in the water like a dolphin. Not bound by depth, or the need of air, one with the sea. Ivar was, or could be, but Kylin would never be free like that. ”Did you get your tail from her? I wish I could’ve seen you swimming…” Or join him like that for that matter.