Where the stolen roses grow | Lie & Kensa

[Kensa]

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

He isn’t home yet.

She waits on the overlook. Wildflowers, spring new, fragrance the air. From her vantage, high above the lake, her eyes can follow the rutted trail that she is certain he and Rune will use to come home to her. Kensa plays a game with herself, where if she looks away for as long as she can he will appear when she looks back. It’s a game she loses a number of times before Solace voice rings out over Hyaline.

Kensa watches her Queen soar down toward the lake and wishes--not for the first time--that she could leap onto wings herself. Instead she is left to back out of the aspens on the ridge and trot through she and Lie’s little meadow before picking her way down the mountain. She isn’t as swift as she usually is, her breathing rales. Her rich chocolate coat is thinning, turning dull and failing to catch the light. When she makes it down just beyond the lake she must stop to catch her breath. Perhaps waiting for Lie has made it harder to rest. Yes, that must be it.

The journey to meet Solace comes with great reward. As happy as she is to see the mare, she could not have imagined the relief and pleasure that finding the tall pale stallion returned brings. There may be a lack of decorum in greeting Litotes first, but Kensa has always been very organic and she cannot stop herself from sliding up alongside Lie, and pressing her face into his mane and against his neck. She wants to fill her lungs with him, taste his skin, check that he is returned to her whole and as well as he can be in these circumstances. There will be time for that though and she pulls her face back, giving Solace a sheepish smile before coughing--a dry hard cough-- over her opposite shoulder--shaking her head slightly to clear it when she turns back.   “Welcome back. Both of you.” She says, voice thin but as sincere as ever.

They haven’t spoken much since the return to Hyaline, and Kensa longs to hear how everyone fares in the cove. “Your new little one is safe in the cove?” She asks, hopeful that all is well with this newest member of their kingdom, glad once again that those dear to them all had the safety of Silver Cove.

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

@[Solace] @[litotes]