for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
Until this point Kensa’s face-to-face interactions with creatures altered by magic have been limited to shape changers and those whose abnormalities are are less visible. Much of makes Yidhra different is stark, obvious, and should naturally frighten Kensa, repulse her. It does...But Yidhra is so unknown, her every movement is otherworldly and unpredictable, her voice dips and rises over familiar words in an unfamiliar way, and a million other mysteries override any troublesome instincts that might get in the way.
The archon gives an origin rather than a definition--not just for name, but for self--and there is a vastness in the telling, a reaching mystery that inspires the kind of longing in the Primarch (no unlike what one feels when thinking on the vastness of space). Kensa is a child of blood and flesh, beautiful, idiosyncratic, but ordinary. When a coiling appendage, glistening, reaches for her she does not shy away, and when it retracts her muzzle follows it part of the way home. Her nostrils flare, here is the tang of salt, the earthiness of the shore carried on skin the mistress of the risen kingdom. Her topaz eyes are intent, steady and she does not break her gaze away for beat. She does not have any answer for Yidhra, but there is a smile that whispers across her lips, amusement and hunger (for what, darling Kensa?) before they resume their duties.
A hellhound greets them shortly after Yidhra calls out for the leaders of this place. Kensa watches with a respectful wariness, noting the way his attention pulls back to her tentacled companion with a magnetic interest after he provides his introduction. “Good day, Sinner. We’ve come to your handsome forest so that we might get to know one another, and perhaps discuss the possibility of friendship between our lands.” If she might be allowed to get directly to the point. She watches the canid-lord, knowing this had once been a mercenary kingdom and wondering just what it is now. She looks to her companion then, calm and pleasant, anything to add?
@[Yidhra]
