you could break my heart in two, but when it heals, it beats for you
It’s been a long time since that day in the meadow and she would like to think she has forgotten about Brigade. She did not think of him those few weeks later when she tracked down Ophanim in Sylva and bedded him. The angel boy’s beautiful child grew in her belly and was born before the snow had even begun to melt. Delicate thing, she did wish she could have kept her warm and safe a little longer. She did not think of Brigade most of the time, her mind on the child, on Hyaline, her plans.
Thoughts of Brigade were sneaking, deceptive things. He would appear in the shadow of emotions, antlered and brooding in the shadows of her aching heart.
Ophanim is a father eager for the company of his children and since she does not yet trust her yearlings with the infant she delivers the girl to him instead to free herself for a few hours or a day. Thus she is alone when he finds her, traveling toward home as the icy breeze snags the ends of her hair and makes waves over her winter coat. Her mountains are still beautiful from here in rocky Loess. No wonder Castile has dug his Eyrie into the opposite side of the same mountain she chose for her own nest.
The canter that carries her disintegrates quickly into a walk when she sees him, her feet stopping all together as every cruel edge of that first meeting bursts into her chest. Kensa doesn’t even have a name for the emotion evoked by the sight of him but she is not interested in repeating that day in the meadow. When he looks at her, her face is still and cold (no matter how her name in his masculine tones makes her ache).
“Hello Brigade.” Too gentle. Find the ice that needs to harden around the syllables…
“Castile and I are on good terms. He is welcome in Hyaline and I take my liberties visiting Loess as I need to.” The topaz of her eyes darkening, she continues more archly than she means to, “I’m on my way back to my own territory now.” She'd never told him who she was. You don’t know me. She is Primarch of Hyaline, not an interloper for him to question. Even if he means only to greet her she will not strip her armor for this hateful man again. She isn’t hostile, only glittering and restrained.
“I hope you had a good winter. Loess is colder than I expected it to be.”
Kensa
@[brigade] bergerd
