burning like a fire gone wild on saturday; Brunhilde

[Kensa]

for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle

A long section of Hyaline’s border is shared with Loess, some places are impassable, mountains and sheer rock walls. Others are just places where one land fades into the other and you could easily just cross on through for a friendly hello--if friendly is what Loess and the East were. She patrols here entire border carefully, but takes a little extra time for the portion shared with Loess. It could seem that this is out of caution--and perhaps it is--but there are two men on the other side of that border that she does and does not wish to see (does and does not for the both of them)...and she has begun to suspect that a certain wild little girl has begun sneaking across the border and she’d like to catch her in the act, even if she doesn’t know what she’ll say when she does.

Another Mother might be upset that child as young as Brunhilde seems to venture out of Hyaline so frequently and recklessly but while Kensa worries she is not as restrictives as some dam’s might be. 

The sabino picks her way carefully along the tree-lined portion of the border, she thinks her youngest daughter uses the cover of these maples to slip back and forth into Loess. It at least smells like she has spent some time here before. Kensa is quiet, though she doesn’t lurk. She and Brunhilde will have a discussion about this whether she catches her flame-child or not.

kensa

for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in.

@[brunhilde] sorry, starter trash