It Was About Time {Kensa, Ivar, Diplomats}

[Kensa]

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

Her assignments for diplomatic expedition were both wild cards. Sylva. Ischia.. Whatever plans, if any, that Kagerus had for assigned Kensa these two kingdoms were a mystery to the chestnut Hyalinian. She is accompanied on this particular venture by Clayton. The two of them are easy companions, and their bond has a pleasant simplicity. They travel together well enough, which is good considering that it a very long journey.

The jungle island smells strange, the air humid and heavy. Kensa’s liver chestnut coat is dark with water, her mane and tail dreadlocked and dripping. This is by choice of course, in the midst of crossing the sandbars she deviated a bit  to let the tropical waters wash over her. This warm sea is a pleasant change from the crisp chill of her lake back home (though she would not exchange them) and she hopes that whoever holds Ischia now will be amicable to allowing her to visit again someday. She does not let those hopes get to high, of course.

They stop on the beach, Kensa gesturing to Clayton to remain where the water laps over their hooves, their trespass has surely been detected. The kinds of creatures who would choose an island for their home likely enjoy the land as much as the water and will be aware of who enters into their seas. “It is. Hyaline is quiet too, but no one crosses her border without my knowing.” ..and she is so ordinary, most of the people of Beqanna are not ordinary.

Clayton calls a greeting and they wait, patiently for someone to welcome them in or be offended by their visit. Her topaz eyes are wide and calm, slowly roaming over the jungle’s edge, ears swiveling slowly to sort through the sounds of the sea and the rustle of the trees.

kensa

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

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