05-27-2018, 12:53 PM
His tug is answered with a huff, and a bump of her shoulder against his chest. His hum makes her doubt he does believe her, but Kylin is not in the mood to defend herself. She had felt forced to do exactly that way too often lately, and she is tired of it. If they don’t take her word for it, well, that is their problem then. Not that Ivar seems bothered by it, so why would she work herself up over it?
A flash of hurt crosses her facial expression as he starts to laugh. Were her words that funny? All she had asked for was some reassurance, and through that, Kylin had allowed her fears to show through. She does not want to be left alone again. But his actions counter this laugh, and an hazel eye settle upon his face as she bends her neck to press her own muzzle against his, which is located on her shoulder. Thanking him silently.
“No..” she murmurs, while secretly thinking yes. She isn’t anything special, if she was, why would all of them have left her in the first place? Gently she lips at him, playful, pleading him to show her. Not that she does not believe him, because Kylin does. She simply does not understand why.
This time it is her turn to reply with a hum. The sky had turned dark, but the water is still pleasantly warm as the tide rises. He is right though, they should get out of the water. She loves being in the water, she is in no condition to swim. She flicks her tail, wet strands hitting his shoulder and her hind leg rises just slightly to push back against his chest. “Ivar!” she half mumbles, half yells as she glances away flustered. But that is all she does, and thus allows Ivar to guide her forward.
His words make her glance back across her shoulders, lavender ears flicking back and forth a couple of times before floating a little above her neck. “Oh?” she asks, not reading too much into his gaze, but more than glad to tease him back a little. “We could stay and see what happens?” In contrast to her words, Kylin starts to move, taking her time to wade back to the beach, but it does not take them long to reach it. As she shakes herself – quite like a stranded whale – droplets fly through the air, some reuniting with the sea, while others.
Turning back she looks at the scaled white and dark cream stallion. Her dished head tilts, but she does not smile, instead, her gaze is rather intense. “Will.. will you stay.. for the night?”
@[Ivar]
A flash of hurt crosses her facial expression as he starts to laugh. Were her words that funny? All she had asked for was some reassurance, and through that, Kylin had allowed her fears to show through. She does not want to be left alone again. But his actions counter this laugh, and an hazel eye settle upon his face as she bends her neck to press her own muzzle against his, which is located on her shoulder. Thanking him silently.
“No..” she murmurs, while secretly thinking yes. She isn’t anything special, if she was, why would all of them have left her in the first place? Gently she lips at him, playful, pleading him to show her. Not that she does not believe him, because Kylin does. She simply does not understand why.
This time it is her turn to reply with a hum. The sky had turned dark, but the water is still pleasantly warm as the tide rises. He is right though, they should get out of the water. She loves being in the water, she is in no condition to swim. She flicks her tail, wet strands hitting his shoulder and her hind leg rises just slightly to push back against his chest. “Ivar!” she half mumbles, half yells as she glances away flustered. But that is all she does, and thus allows Ivar to guide her forward.
His words make her glance back across her shoulders, lavender ears flicking back and forth a couple of times before floating a little above her neck. “Oh?” she asks, not reading too much into his gaze, but more than glad to tease him back a little. “We could stay and see what happens?” In contrast to her words, Kylin starts to move, taking her time to wade back to the beach, but it does not take them long to reach it. As she shakes herself – quite like a stranded whale – droplets fly through the air, some reuniting with the sea, while others.
Turning back she looks at the scaled white and dark cream stallion. Her dished head tilts, but she does not smile, instead, her gaze is rather intense. “Will.. will you stay.. for the night?”
@[Ivar]