for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
She had run home and it was not until she reached the lake that she realized she could have just teleported back from one of the many springs she’d crossed though. Fear and heartache had clouded her thoughts. The sabino had rinsed her wounds and groomed away the rusty bloodstains, tears making tracks against skin. Now only the slowly healing wound is left, where a lion’s teeth had struck and caught at her. She pretends it isn’t there.
Kensa is returned from a visit to the field and trotting a familiar path along the river when a break in the trees and cloud cover offers her an unexpected glimpse of a black and white stranger. Winged creatures always secure her jealous attention, she never has been completely satisfied being trapped here on the ground. Additionally there is no one she would be expecting to make such a flyover, especially no one who would be turning back towards Loess. This she observes as she steps into the open green highlands south of the massive blue lake, her topaz eyes watching the stallion descend toward the border.
Turning towards that carefully maintained edge between her world and Loess she throws herself into a gallop. The gold on her skin glints dully in the sunlight when she pulls up before the tall stallion. Flicking her eyes over the bands of muscle that cord his frame, drawn the gold that harnesses the angular features of his unfamiliar face she takes his measure before saying a word. She has grown accustomed to being stared at and so observes others with the same open appraisal they give her. She is always inclined to be pleased with what she finds, and the tobiano with his coveted wings, is no exception.
”Is there a reason you stand on my doorstep Loessian? Have you come to tell me a secret?” Her lips tilt, amusement, her expression confident even as her gemstone eyes are wary. If he thinks they have something she wants, he’s terribly mistaken and completely right. Her stomach twists with worry for her former lover but she steeles herself against it, telling her traitorous heart to shut the fuck up. She’s not ready to think about him, or discuss him, but she suspects it is unavoidable in this particular situation.
@[Castile]
