Kensa
Kensa is still, at this point, at an in between age where she is a grown woman but does not feel it and has yet failed to make many adult friends. She doesn’t have a group to drift into here in the common area. Not that it was beneath her to just walk up and join a conversation, she wasn’t normally shy. Here though was a boy just passing her by on his way somewhere and he did move like someone who had a very important destination. The chestnut girl was very fond not just of destinations but of journeys, and as much as she liked to go places she liked to learn of the places others liked to go and why. Exploring other people’s interests was almost just as fun as pursuing her own.
”I’m Kensa.” She replies as she gets to her feet and shakes off the loose bits of yellowed grass amongst a cloud of pale dust. Bobbing her head she continues, “I am, though I don’t think it’s the best view in Hyaline.” She says with an absent but appraising tone. Looking down from above was better. She should have been born with wings, but climbing up the mountains and finding a lookout suited just fine. She passed a look around the field of contented horses and then turned her attention fully on the boy named Clayton again.
“ Where were you going?” She asks in an abrupt way, though her tone is friendly and genuinely curious. “ Not that I want to come.” She adds, by way of dodging any kind of forced invitation. “I only like to learn what others like to do here.” Kensa had a long list of the things she enjoyed doing in Hyaline and could provide a myriad of suggestions despite only having lived here a short time and so someone who had likely been a resident even longer has probably found even more exciting things to do and people to knw.
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
@[Clayton]
