[open] as calm as the sea - any

[Kensa]

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

It’s only appropriate that Kensa is the one who comes down into the field to meet the massive playboy. Of course she wont know a thing about him and he won't know a thing about her and that is the beauty of a meeting like this. They might just be kindred spirits or there are at least parallels to be found.

The chestnut woman travels out of Hyaline with frequency of late, diplomatic meetings here, a motherless child there. Each adventure holds new and exciting possibilities and that is, after all, the spice of life. Kensa is always looking for little pleasures to add dimension to her already kaleidoscope world.

Stocky but thin from the plague that has its grip on Beqanna, she is still a rough cut kind of beautiful. Her stockinged legs carry her across the field (quiet again, how disappointing) until upon cresting a particular hill her topaz eyes alight on a dark beast roaming through the fading green field. Of course she watches him for a moment, letting herself be impressed by his proportions and abyss dark coloration. She whickers but then descends the slope nimbly so that they may meet on even ground. She has no need to look down on anyone. “Hi there. My name is Kensa. I don’t believe we’ve met.” Of course she knows they haven’t, she’d remember someone like him.

kensa

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

@Likah