Kensa
Kensa comes down out of Hyaline for the first time since joining the ranks of the mountain kingdom because she wants to look upon the lowlands in autumn. Her Alpine home turned its leaves earlier that than the rest of Beqanna, the clusters of hardwoods bright in yellows, reds, and oranges. It was lovely to look upon but quickly growing colder. She ventures down to the low common lands in seek of the indian summer, hoping to bask in the lingering warmth. When the chestnut mustang arrives in the field she remains for a while, reflecting on memories of her own arrival in Beqanna. It had been late winter when she’d come, and everything had been suspended in the dirty grey of a winter waiting to end. Now it is far lovelier in this place for the herdless and newly arrived.
She turns to look back towards her home, not quite ready to return but knowing that she would enjoy the journey back. There is just something about going home. Drawing a deep breath she turns back towards the field and the chance to spend a little more time exploring it. Her topaz eyes sweep over the wide of grassy hillocks and land on a lone buckskin mare, her face marked with a wide blaze similar to Kensa’s own. That’s not what makes her approach however, instead she is drawn in by the other mare’s apparent pleasure in taking in the glory of the land. Perhaps she is a kindred spirit. The little mustang draws nearer and halts. “Beqanna is beautiful this time of year. Are you from a nearby kingdom?” She doesn’t think so, most horses don't openly admire the scenery unless they are new. Kensa does, but she never tires of looking at the wide world, or of making new friends. “I’m Kensa. From Hyaline.” She looks back towards to high mountains as she names her home, and returns her attention to the other mare with a smile.
i'm burning like a fire gone wild on saturday
guess i won't be coming to church on sunday
i'll be waiting for love to come around
