you could break my heart in two, but when it heals, it beats for you
Kensa had been a wild weed once, rangy and determined as it spread its roots in rocky soil and stretched its leaves toward sun that only just reached her through the canopy.
She could not be tender forever, and as she grew she changed, and changed, and changed.
The little shoot that had rooted into the earth beside the lake was gone in the blink of eye.
Now there are thorns rising along her strong woody branches, and once delicate leaves are serrated and dark. Each day the bramble thickens, cool darkness where once there was only a straining towards sunlight. She has all the light she wishes now, and deep roots to hold her fast.
There are not words to do justice to the way she blooms.
The morning’s dew has just burned off, and already there is a hiss of humidity preluding what will be an unbearably hot and airless day. The mountains will be a fine shelter in this kind of weather but the Primarch is not at home. Not yet anyway. She grazes at her leisure, flaxen tail lashing at the rivers of gold over her haunches.
Frequently the chestnut’s adventures into the lowlands are inspired by her appetites, though these cravings are not so banal as the mid-morning meal she now enjoys. Naturally there are a great many things she should be doing, but her ability to travel easily through most of Beqanna allows her the freedom to linger when she wishes. Others are already retreating towards the cool shadows of the forest along the river, and though she spares them appraising looks she is not moved to do the same or draw anyone into conversation.
Kensa is a creature of summer, and revels in the warmth of full sun upon her back. A light sweat blooms along her neck beneath the blond fall of her mane, and her scent drifts languidly toward a stranger who has perhaps watched her… or maybe has not seen her at all. Kensa herself is looking for no one, and that is what will make this different. She is not a siren today, seeking dark things to savor in the forest, or a doe eyed girl tempting a man with her long looks and dark lashes. Her weapons are on display (she cannot help how she looks or the opium fragrance that rises from her skin) but she does not wield them, she is only a woman worshiping the sun.
Kensa
[brigade] Hi so I just wrote you this. :grimacing:
