Kensa
Kensa’s topaz eyes are bright and wide, and she doesn’t utter a word as she watches the pale stallion draw into the shallower water and then stop once he can stand. He stares at her but she slowly relaxes again into her usual expression of open and honest interest once he comes out of the deep water, chin still tucked because she at first cannot decide if he is mournful or disappointed that she has caught or interrupted him out here alone. Water traces strange mazes through the hair on his face and neck, and the few moments of holding his brooding and yet sorrowful stare tug at her heart. She tamps the feeling down a little bewildered by it, and when he greets her again she pushes out into the deeper water nearer to him. Cold water laps at her ribs.
“ It’s Kensa. You haven’t ruined the lake for me, I was only surprised.” Dropping her head down she traces a little circle in the surface of the water, watching the ripples spread before breaking through them by wading in deep. The liver chestnut takes just a few steps closer so that she can extend her neck and offer her muzzle to him, nostrils flaring to catch his scent. “I interrupted your swim.” She states gently, but not apologetically. He seems lonely, and today she is rather lonesome herself.
“I haven’t seen you before.” Kensa says, but her tone is purely interested, she does love a discovery. “Have you been in Hyaline long?” Absently she draws closer still until she is almost parallel to him, close enough to toy with the soaking cords of his mane. She has never been quite as soaked as Litotes is now. So she wants to see what it looks like more closely. Not one bit of him is dray, and for a moment she wants to confirm that, to sink her muzzle against his neck and watch the droplets roll down his skin. Her heart thuds at the notion and the thrill of that thud almost makes her do it. Manners prevail however...to a degree... and she settles for looking back at him with her bright 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
@[litotes]
