She had become reserved for a while. Distant and even unavailable.
But all the fractured edges when treated with time had eroded into something softer, though they would make her harder to navigate than she’d been before.
Today she feels cleaner than she has in months and greets the summer sun with bright countenance. The leaves whisper overhead and Kensa moves beneath their dappled shade with athletic grace, for she is beautiful even in movement. Light catches on her golden marbling, throwing sharp prisms of light to catch attention, to cut at a pair of teal eyes that seek her across the golden-green grass and the trees in their summer fruit and flower.
Kensa picks him out, though others look her way as well it is handsome Chemdog she chooses for company. Not because she desires him, though she did once and very likely will again (she can feel it there, that little flame of her beautiful promiscuity starving for oxygen) but she is wiser and more wary now.
“Chem.” Warmly, though she does not touch him when she arrives, her greetings have not yet regained their sensuality and she draws her chin in reserved, contained and lovely. Just out of reach. “It’s been a while. Are you looking for someone?” Gold trimmed ears flick amongst the tangle of soft blonde locks, sifting through the soft murmurations of her friends and her offspring and wondering who might be missing among them for Chemdog. The Primarch’s curiosity has never abated, even when all the color seemed to have been sucked out of her world.
@[Chemdog]
