for every dreamer - birthing; Brunhilde, Litotes, Any Family

[Kensa]

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

In the dappled light of the spring meadow she is alone. In these last few days she’s grown anxious and reclusive and so Kensa has retreated up to the overlook where she is concealed and protected.

Beside the cold spring she drops her pale lips to the water but does not drink, breathes in the sweet fragrance of the clover that grows at her feet but does not eat. Her flaxen tail she snaps against her gold-freckled hips, kicking at her white belly. Her winter coat has shed to leave behind the new pattern,her liver chestnut splashed in gold and white. 

The many women who raised her have prepared her for this. She has witnessed births, knows how this will go in theory. She is still a little afraid, still wants to be alone in order to pace to the drumbeat of her thoughts and ride the ever more frequent waves of pain and pressure. Shifting between the aspens and the wall of rock down which the waterfall tumbles, looking for a comfortable place but when the moment comes she is standing among the long bent and trampled grasses in the central part of their private nook above Hyaline.

She does not lie down. Kensa plants her hooves and brings her daughter into the world on her feet. When the infant slips to the ground she is quick to be beside her, and free her from the milky shroud before she realizes what she is doing. The filly’s color is beautiful, unexpected, whatever has changed the mother has changed her daughter as well. Kensa inspects and cleans her perfect firstborn as the child gets her bearings in a new world full of air and bright light.

”Hello my Hilde. Welcome home.”

Home to Hyaline. A place gone quiet and polluted by plague, but it is home and Kensa and Litotes will teach the new generation loyalty and love for their corner of Beqanna. 


 

kensa

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