Kensa
Hyaline’s resident thrillseeker loves the crystal blue alpine lake. Though her adventures lead her all over the mountainous kingdom she she knows the quickest way back to the lakeshore from every point in the territory. Today she has been eating wild plums in a knot of trees tucked a little further up the valley, she searches diligently in the grass or plucks from the branches the sweet summer fruits. She doesn’t have too many. Not wanting the sugary treats to leave her ill, these are one pleasure that she knows better than to overindulge in. No one else came up to eat the plums, or to visit with her. As much as she liked plums and hiking the mountain range the mustang girl did find herself easily bored by solitude.
Kensa had already made a few friends. Despite being rugged and a bit unpredictable she is feminine and charming. People notice Kensa, and not just because she forces them to with the sheer strength of her gregariousness. There will be love for her, never too little, probably too much. She has enough passion in her to meet the tide, to match it, even overtake it. If she stays out of her own way, that is.
Making her way away from the plum trees she follows a well worn path that cuts over the rolling fields of the high valley and in very little time deposits her on the north side of the lake. Leaping from the shore she lands sure footed in the silty shallows and then quickly roams in deeper, hooves sliding against long submerged stones, until the cold water laps against her ribs, cooling her dark hide that had grown warm beneath the summer sun. Lowering her head to drink, Kensa is almost immediately startled by something bursting through the surface in a roaring intake of breath. Ripples spread over that waters surface and a look of surprise is plain on her blazed face as she openly stares at the drenched stallion. Water streams from his face and cords his pale mane, and she watched for a few moments without alerting him to her presence.
She knows of other cremello horses in Hyaline but the stallion is unfamiliar to her. She had not realized she was sharing the lake with anyone, he must have submerged just before she crested the last hill before leaping into the water. She realizes how rude it is to stand and stare, and hoping she isn’t intruding lets the water carry her voice to the stallion who swims in the deeper lake. ”Hello.” She thinks about asking him if he’d gotten water in his ears, but she’d never seen anyone swim like this, diving down and bursting back up and it sits wrong with her though she doesn’t say so or give herself away. Or maybe she does, because she tucks her chin with a shy certainty that she doesn’t often display. Sunlight glimmers off the rippling surface all around Kensa, throwing prisms back into their eyes.
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
