He tells her "ooh love".
She could walk on water, so why would she bother to swim? Until she had met Ivar, the thought of swimming had never crossed her mind. Not that she disliked the idea, but she had simply never thought of the possibility. Ivar had showed her. Ivar had taught her. And Kylin couldn’t be more thrilled. It was more fun that she ever could’ve imagined.
It shows in every fiber of her being. Her lips are curled up in a smile, ears are mostly pinned forward and her hazel eyes twinkle in delight. Now she’s used to the water actually feels very good on her skin and in a crazy ebullition Kylin squeezes her eyes shut before dipping her head in the water. It’s cold and wet and the water flows into her nose, but strangely good too.
With a snort she surfaces again, shaking her head and neck – like she had done only moments before – to shake off the water. Carefully she blinks her eyes to prevent the droplets from hurting them, grinning widely at Ivar. And at that moment, Kylin is sure she would like to stay here a little longer. Just them in the water.
She regrets asking him, but if he wanted to explore the other parts of the isle, who was she to tell him no? Kylin watches him move, dark and white coat completely soaked. Almost looked like it was supposed to be like that. She likes it, how could she not? She was a child of the water too. Only when he reaches the shore she follows him out. Slow at first, but able to quicken her step a little as she nears the shore.
Unlike Ivar Kylin does shake her body, sending droplets all around them, though it’s impossible to be instantly dry. ”My family, mostly. Father and Mother, uncle Reilly and then my twin brother and our little sister of course. Dad adopted a boy too and other than that some of the former Queen and her family still lives here silently. It’s like our sanctuary” she answers him. Then of course there were a couple of more, but none Kylin had actually met.
She nods, though perhaps more to herself than really to Ivar. As she brushes past him Kylin reaches out a little, gently brushing her muzzle along his side before playfully tugging at a still dripping strand of his mane. ”Come, this way” she says, turning left and back into the thicker vegetation. ”We temporary moved to Hyaline. Ischia was under attack then and Dad wanted to claim a safe place for our family. But then, when he went back to check, Ischia was almost deserted. No trace of whoever had tried to take it and thus dad moved us back. We like the water.”
Ischia was home. She had enjoyed Hyaline, like one would enjoy a vacation or trip elsewhere, but Ischia was home. This was where they would come home to. Tilting her purple head a little she glances across her shoulder, trying to see if Ivar was still following closely. She stops, ears twitching towards the sound that comes from in front of them, a secretive smile on her lips. ”We should be very quiet from now on” she whispers when he’s close enough to hear her. ”We would scare them otherwise.”
Once Kylin is sure that he understood her she grins at him one more time before dipping her head to dive under a big leave that crossed their path. It slides down her neck and back and then she’s gone. Carefully one hoof in front of the other, until she stands still. ”Look up” she tells Ivar softly, her gaze already up in the air. The parrots were Ischia’s only other habitant, colorful nestling in the trees around them. ”Aren’t they beautiful?”