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“I am still broken in two part.”
Ischia or Loess. No, not Loess, Loess has never really been part of her consideration. It merely is the land where hé lives. Ivar, Loess’ king. Now she knows the irony in that. The kelpie king bound to land, instead of sea. Her beloved sea. His beloved sea. Oh, how easy it would be to not have to choose, like Kylin feels she has to.
“There is my mind, there is my heart.”
And her mind and heart don’t agree. Lately she has secluded herself more and more often, retreating to one of Ischia’s smaller islands. It is where she is today too. Just staring at the ever moving sea. The tide is high, meaning those bound to land aren’t able to come to the island that has become her isolation.
Just as Kylin prefers, or thinks she prefers. Her own thoughts keep her busy enough. It would be such relief to not have to think of them, about the choice, but thus far her wishes have fallen to deaf ears. Kharon, her parents, Kali, uncle Reilly, all still haunt her thoughts too, though memories might be a better word. Nothing more than ghosts of the past. And yet, the lavender and white young woman is unable to let them go.
“Nowhere for me to run and hide.”
Or was there? Hazel eyes blink against the bright light, both the from the sun and the light reflected on the surface. Her dished head tilts slightly to the side and her ears perk curiously forward. Before Kylin realises it she has taken a couple of steps onto the surface, waves gently running over her hooves. In the distance there is something, someone, could it be? Her heart skips a beat. Weren’t her eyes deceiving her?
She nickers, soft and shrill, almost as if she is a filly again. That would be the sound he knew. He would recognize her, right? Kylin whinnies high pitched and loud. Another couple of hesitant steps are taken, but the further she gets out onto the sea, the more she speeds up. The silhouette gets closer, and yet at the same time, it seems like she is still far away. ”KHARON!” she calls and finally, finally, the figure stops and turns around to look back at her.
But only for a short moment. The air in front of him changes, but only slightly. As if it starts shimmering, in the form of a perfect circle. He looks at her, their gazes meeting, and Kylin is about to say his name again when he disappears through the portal. It doesn’t need explaining that the lavender and white woman doesn’t need to think twice, jumping through in an attempt to chase after him.
The world around her changes on instant. She’s no longer in Ischia, no longer out on the sea, but instead finds herself on a blank page. Her mind is all taken up with thoughts of her twin brother, leaving no space for anything else. His name – Kharon – lies on her lips, but only hers is written on the page besides the lavender and white illustration: Kylin.
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“I am still broken in two part.”
Ischia or Loess. No, not Loess, Loess has never really been part of her consideration. It merely is the land where hé lives. Ivar, Loess’ king. Now she knows the irony in that. The kelpie king bound to land, instead of sea. Her beloved sea. His beloved sea. Oh, how easy it would be to not have to choose, like Kylin feels she has to.
“There is my mind, there is my heart.”
And her mind and heart don’t agree. Lately she has secluded herself more and more often, retreating to one of Ischia’s smaller islands. It is where she is today too. Just staring at the ever moving sea. The tide is high, meaning those bound to land aren’t able to come to the island that has become her isolation.
Just as Kylin prefers, or thinks she prefers. Her own thoughts keep her busy enough. It would be such relief to not have to think of them, about the choice, but thus far her wishes have fallen to deaf ears. Kharon, her parents, Kali, uncle Reilly, all still haunt her thoughts too, though memories might be a better word. Nothing more than ghosts of the past. And yet, the lavender and white young woman is unable to let them go.
“Nowhere for me to run and hide.”
Or was there? Hazel eyes blink against the bright light, both the from the sun and the light reflected on the surface. Her dished head tilts slightly to the side and her ears perk curiously forward. Before Kylin realises it she has taken a couple of steps onto the surface, waves gently running over her hooves. In the distance there is something, someone, could it be? Her heart skips a beat. Weren’t her eyes deceiving her?
She nickers, soft and shrill, almost as if she is a filly again. That would be the sound he knew. He would recognize her, right? Kylin whinnies high pitched and loud. Another couple of hesitant steps are taken, but the further she gets out onto the sea, the more she speeds up. The silhouette gets closer, and yet at the same time, it seems like she is still far away. ”KHARON!” she calls and finally, finally, the figure stops and turns around to look back at her.
But only for a short moment. The air in front of him changes, but only slightly. As if it starts shimmering, in the form of a perfect circle. He looks at her, their gazes meeting, and Kylin is about to say his name again when he disappears through the portal. It doesn’t need explaining that the lavender and white woman doesn’t need to think twice, jumping through in an attempt to chase after him.
The world around her changes on instant. She’s no longer in Ischia, no longer out on the sea, but instead finds herself on a blank page. Her mind is all taken up with thoughts of her twin brother, leaving no space for anything else. His name – Kharon – lies on her lips, but only hers is written on the page besides the lavender and white illustration: Kylin.
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