Kensa
Kensa is grown now, and Rhae is just a boy. That thought bounces around in her head as the heat of his side against her own loosens her muscles and muddles her brain. Somehow she keeps herself centered--she’d settled into this spot beneath his wing after all, this moment is of her own making. But his broad wing settles over her back and holds her, the pressure tenuous but there all the same. Then he is nuzzling her cheek and the heat of his breath is exhaled with just the perfect amount of tension… and she is unbound. He is barely a boy, already taller than her, lean and beautiful, and so good that she really is molten under his touch for just a second. The movement to tug his mane feels sluggish and she stirs herself to dash away, clearing her head with motion.
From her new vantage he is a boy again, a little lanky, a little unbalanced. As innocent as she is and more, because surely he was not aflame just now with the stuttering of whatever unfamiliar thrill that had shot through her. She dashes away with laughter and he chases after her. A nip to her haunches isn’t rebuffed but she bucks a bit letting the gesture fall on the side of play rather than possession because they are young and running through Hyaline like the wild things they are.
Their paces are well matched, and when their hooves finally clatter against stone she is covered in a light sheen of sweat that burnishes her liver chestnut pelt. Here the lake lies cradled, filled by spring or snow melt. The water is blue and bright and clear and she marvels at it. The depths go down and down, she can see smooth stones and sunken logs in the bottom but cannot gauge how far down they lay. Still, Kensa only considers the water for a minute before bounding in up to her knees, gasping at the chill and splashing a bit before taking only a small disinterested drink and tossing her head to send a spray of crystal droplets into the air. Looking back to Rhaegor she flashes him a smile and wanders through the shallows admiring the glass surface of the lake beyond her reach. Only to look back at Rhaegor again, finding she wanted him nearer.
”What’s beyond this? Have you been down through that little canyon?” She asks, her silvery voice amplified by the surface of the lake, eyes straying from her buckskin companion and wandering over the folds of the land, curious about the tree filled gap between this mountain and the next.
i'm burning like a fire gone wild on saturday
guess i won't be coming to church on sunday
i'll be waiting for love to come around
@[Rhaegor]
