we're a flame in the wind, anyone

[Kensa]

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

Ilma’s approach draws Kensa’s attention from the golden child in the blue lake. The cremello mare has been a polite and rather serious adult in the young chestnut’s experience thus far. The kind of mare that kept everyone in line but also kept her eye out for them too. She could appreciate that, even if a lingering youthful part of her felt a little nervous whenever Ilma appeared, like a kid feeling they had been caught but not sure what they had done.

“Good morning.” She greets the Ambassador in turn and then looks back to Dawn who is splashing into the shallower--freezing--water. “Hello Dawn.” She says warmly, wondering who the girl’s best friend could be. There are a number of children in Hyaline, Kensa not so far removed from their ranks, little more than a teenager herself. The girl has come here and plans to say, while Kensa is delighted to meet someone knew she glances briefly at Ilma, who, as a council member and Ambassador has more business answering to that than she does.

When Dawn mentions that she can shift--into a cold water loving polar bear--Kensa’s eyes widen in surprise and amusement. She is without any of the special traits that make Beqanna’s natives so impressive, glowing wings and changing shapes were all still novelties for her. Rhaegor’s precognition had been a baffling shock. “And your…bear...it likes the cold even when it’s not… out?” She asks haltingly, not sure of the proper phrasing. Her curiosity once again overriding her.

kensa

for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in.

@[Dawn] @[Ilma]