for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
Kensa greets Kagerus with a brief exchange of breath. Being addressed as Ambassador for the first time makes the mustang girl smile and a blush warms her cheeks. It will be a while before she is accustomed to the title. Kensa is closer to Brine but does not trespass on the unfamiliar mare’s personal space. Not because she has claws instead of hooves, or huge dark wings that she wears like a cowl, but because Kensa guesses that Brine would prefer the distance. Better to err on the side of caution, if she is wrong she only seems a little more reserved than she really is and that assumption will be quickly corrected after a short acquaintance. So she only accepts the mare’s name with her own nod, brief but not chilly.
She smiles and nods as the tobiano Queen excuses herself. “A pleasure to see you Kagerus.” She states a glance spared for the direction in which the sovereign heads. After only a beat, Kensa looks back to Brine while turning toward the interior of Hyaline, taking over as escort if the feathered mare will allow her. “If I may, I can show you a quiet place to rest. You are free to explore Hyaline at your leisure, of course.” Kensa knows almost every square foot of the alpine kingdom and could take Brine anywhere she liked. But sometimes it is better to discover things for yourself.
She chooses to lead her toward a place both secluded and situated so that one might observe any approach made. A ragged apple tree bent by many seasons of heavy production stands squat among a proliferation of wild plum--fruitless now that summer has passed, still red-purple in autumn-- and overshadowed by tall oaks that have all but dropped their acorns. These taller trees are rangy and spaced well apart. The lake is beyond this, cerulean and clear and already frigid this time of year. The walk is short and she makes her way quietly, the valley sweeping out before them when they stop. It’s a pretty enough picture, though Kensa doesn’t care for these colder seasons and the way they turn everything duller in the end. Returning her clear topaz eyes to Brine, she speaks once more. “There are higher places that might suit you better if you prefer to be on wing, but from here you can see most of Hyaline.” She might have said that she envied the woman’s wings, or asked what it was to be unencumbered by hooves because Kensa is incredibly curious by nature...but she is also markedly sensitive to others and she wouldn’t want to make Brine feel like she was picking at their differences. Instead, she offers, “I can leave you alone to rest if you wish.”
She will also be happy to stay, though that is implied, she makes no effort to seem as though she needs to be someplace else. Her own arrival in Hyaline had been a whirlwind, and she was immediately taken with the calm sanctuary kingdom. She’d like to know what Brine saw when she looked out over the mountains and valley.
@[Brine] @[Briseis]
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