There is my mind, there is my heart.
Circinae had disappeared and Ischia has chosen Krone in her place. There was no way for Kylin to deny either of those facts. Even if she would, the shell on the keeper’s head could as well have been a real crown instead. All she can do is search Ivar’s gaze, and lightly nod, answering the unspoken question.
Without thinking twice Kylin leans into the touch Loess’ king offers her. Ever since the disappearing of her family he had been the sole rock in her life. His comfort, support, affection and friendship comes so easily. She welcomes it, even when he asks harsh questions.
Her hazel eyes rest on Krone, silent as she waits for the queen to answer Ivar’s question. Did she plan on staying? Unlike Circinae who had honestly told Kylin she had never planned to stay long. The finned woman hopes Krone would, and she very much wants this relationship between Ischia and Loess that Ivar offers. It would bring Kylin a step closer to what she wanted, and perhaps, perhaps Ivar would be able to connect to the sea little bit better like this.
But it is not her decision. It’s Krone’s. However, that doesn’t stop her from showing her approval to Ivar. Her muzzle brushes down his neck, then her lips kneed his crest gently, but only for a moment, to not distract him for too long. And, somewhere deep down, Kylin knows it’s not really appropriate behaviour.
”Thank you, Krone..” she murmurs softly, nodding her head lightly as her hazel eyes search the bay and green mare’s gaze. It comforts her to hear Krone is serious about Ischia, and plans to stay for as long as it was meant to be. Kylin felt more comfortable supporting her keeper, knowing she would stay. Though only time would tell if Krone held true to her word. ”How can I help you?” That was what Circinae must have meant.