for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle

Sometimes she walks down to the field, still enjoying the trip over the well work paths from Hyaline to the common lands. Winter is of course her least favorite time of the year to visit but it is also an anniversary of sorts. One ugly winter she herself had arrived in the field, having wished to come to such a place she arrived when a girl of barely three. Now she is not quite sure how old she is, but there have been more than a few years between that day and this one.  

Travel by magical means has become easier now that she has better learned how to separate herself from the water, she can rematerialize almost complete dry if she is mindful to reassemble her molecules swiftly enough to keep the water from sticking. That’s what she does today. She isn’t about to freeze to death in the field during the middle of winter.

Kensa is nearly dry when she appears in the shallows of the pool surrounding the falls. She is only fetlock deep in the icy water and  a little drips from the ends of her mane. Finding that she has made her sudden arrival very near a stranger she snorts in surprise and smiles openly. “I’m sorry if I startled you, I honestly didn’t think I’d meet anyone so close to all this freezing water.” Carefully, the chestnut primarch steps ashore and shakes her dripping forelock off her otherwise dry face. “Kensa, from Hyaline.” Introducing herself succinctly before the blond locks have even settled away from her gold freckled face. “I don’t think we have met? Have you just arrived?”

Likely, being that the field is just the sort of place that draws the newly minted citizens of Beqanna. There must be some magic in it, though she has never thought to ask anyone about it. The setting sun sets Kensa’s markings on fire, turning the white to pink, the gold rosy, and the liver chestnut an inky dark chocolate.

for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle

Hyaline’s Primarch has always been bold and sweet, kinder and more curious than most, patient with others but always impatient to be on to the next bit of excitement. She too had been a girl once in another place, with mothers and fathers in a greater quantity than most could claim. That upbringing shaped her into the reckless, indulgent, passionate creature that stands in the field before the palomino. She is confident but not overly proud, and her head tilts, gemstone eyes searching the other mare’s features a moment as she laughs at her own self-deprecating joke. Her look is warm and gently curious, and while she does not challenge the woman’s light assertion that she is stupid she also does not believe it at all. Were they better known to one another she might say so outright, but Kensa knows that sometimes her boldness is overwhelming to new acquaintances and hence remains silent on this count.

“Elaina. I am also from somewhere else, but Hyaline is more home to me than the land to which I was born.” The girl’s name is repeated to better commit it to memory before happily relaying that she too is not native to this strange and beautiful continent. “I hope you can make another story here, this is certainly the place to do it.” Kensa’s people are varied but she always like the meet another with a friendly and eager disposition. Elaina might not want to stir up a land she barely knows but she would be a bright and welcome companion in Hyaline and so Kensa resolves to offer her an invitation in addition to her own friendship.

Of course she is accustomed to having her company stricken with awe, and she does not demure when the other mare tells her she is beautiful. The clouds have pulled away from the tangerine and crimson sunset and favored the sabino all the more. Kensa cannot help but make a brief perusal of the other woman’s pretty baroque curves, she is pleased by her own loveliness to be sure but appreciates others without restraint. .“Thank you. You too are lovely.” A sincere compliment she moves on from before the other flaxen haired girl can try to dispute it (as Kensa suspects she will), instead allowing the conversation to turn towards her home. “Yes, Hyaline. It is the whole of those mountains there, save for the western most faces which belong to my neighbors in Loess.” Kensa tips her chin up neatly to indicate the snowy peaks of Hyaline in the distance rising above most of Beqanna (except of course for the Mountain but no one lives there but Fairies) “It is a breathtaking place with a vast lake. We are a small group but very welcoming should you like to visit.”