Kensa
Their lips brush and a fire burns through Kensa’s face and now her neck, scorching where before there had only been a soft blush bloomed from his flirtatious words. Her breath leaves her like it has simply been vacuumed from her chest. The moment is fleeting and they both jerk back as if shocked. Tossing her flaxen capped head, the snorts and backs away a few steps. Oh, wow- He says and her eyes search his face and though she helped create the distance between him her look isn’t overwhelmed or offended, maybe perplexed and pleased are the best descriptors.
She doesn’t let him have time to finish speaking, to try and apologize--she’s known him ten minutes and already feels the apology coming-- but pushes through the water, past him toward the shore, a subtle indication that she expected him to follow. She’d have gone the other way, away, had she meant to retreat. Dripping, she bounds through the pebbled shallows and shakes herself quickly on the beach, hooves squelching in the rough sand and mud. She glances back at the stallion, watching him a moment, drawing him with gemstone eyes
When she takes off it is with the smallest expectation that he will not follow. That would be alright, maybe this has all been premature and they will need to start again however people normally do, or maybe not at all. Kensa is both patience and wildfire, she needs nothing from the boy in the lake but senses that he might just need something from her, or that she might have something to give him. So let him chase her, or let him go one without.
Kensa is hardy and and quick, and climbs away from the lake with a gallop that eats up the land and carries her swiftly toward the wildflower and ancient oaks that grow on the grassy hills above Hyaline’s rocky coast northwestern coast. When at last she slows, trotting a breathless circle through the bobbing heads of stringy blooms and waving fronds of grass she looks at once for Litotes. The flight having unwound the nervous energy in her chest and left only a desire to draw close to the cremello stallion and ask him all the questions that drew into her mind. To hear his answers in the low rumble that had fallen so sweetly on her waiting ears within the lake.
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] look wildflowers how cheesy, lets smooch.
