One little girl used to love the feel of a cool liquid licking at her skin, beckoning her forwards deeper and deeper until she was trapped. One little girl would dare her conscience, to guide her to the salted waters and allow her to bow her head for a drink. One little girl would play in a small puddle perhaps the size of one adult hoof. Unfortunately that girl is gone, the urge to visit the waters that had once hailed her name in an ever so tempting manner had vanished. That little voice in her head had restricted her to the simple life of a warrior but how could she complain? Stealing equine from other kingdoms was all fun and games, how could she resist?
She finds herself alone, lost in a social place known as the meadow. She aimlessly wanders about, ebony glossed build shifting in and out of focus form the views of equine. Almost avoiding all bodies within the premises, that is until she finds a pair.
Unable to hear their conversation, she supposes that they had not begun in conversation. A pale faced mare, confronted by a glass stallion. The two were quite interesting yet, this wasn't her first she had seen a glass equine before when she was just a filly but the image was vaguely pressed within hr mind as she strode into the silent conversation. Charcoal lobes fold forwards, in a neutral yet friendly tone. A gentle smile curls up upon her velvet lips, "Hello, I'm Kena." She pauses gathering her thoughts before continuing, "Wonderful day isn't it? What brings you two to the meadow?" She is quick to speak, navy eyes search their facial features. Hopefully she didn't speak too much, truthfully she had no idea where she was going with this.
I Will Answer Injustice With Justice
Kena is a Gates Pony, she might bring up her Kingdom if Zosma would like.
