for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
Kensa has returned to Hyaline without attempting to reclaim her lover. He wishes to see her no more, and she has no plans to cross into Loess again any day soon. Her external wounds will heal but the invisible pain is a living breathing thing. She has comforts in the form of her children, and her bed has not gone cold. Hyaline still brings her that same rush of joy it always has. But home had become synonymous with him and now, though Hyaline again echoes with children's laughter and new and old friends gather on the lake shore, it feels as though some beloved landmark has fallen into the sea, never to be recovered. She cannot think of what he will do now, where he will go. She has to continue as she has these many months, patrolling, recruiting, enduring.
This morning she urges her little ones out of bed, and down from their secluded haven on the mountainside. It is Kensa's place now, and though her children rest and play here, she brings no one else to her little meadow. It is her nest, a monument to brief and beautiful things. The sun is rising into a cool crisp morning as Kensa steps into the shallow mountain stream that winds its way down the mountain by way of her nest. She falls away into water colored gold by morning light and when she reforms again she is chest deep in the cold blue lake.
Her face, freckled in chestnut and gold, is turned toward a tall flowering tree near the shore where she has oft seen Amet. Though he has been established as her partner she has not yet spent any considerable time with the returned monarch. She is rather ashamed of this, but is not given to excuses nor does she know him well enough to freely confess her melancholy.
"Amet?" Her voice carries over the surface of the water, warm and the slightest bit shy (she is not often shy). She does not know what he has been told about her, but no longer imagines herself to be in favor in the Cove. Another dose of shame and sadness to stumble upon, but today is a better day. She can keep her head above the water so to speak. Time heals much, its too bad the fairies have not given her the ability to teleport into the future instead...
@[Amet]
