for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
Her second pregnancy had been much harder than the first. It may be that she has been sick too long, and perhaps the boy had simply stolen her vibrancy but as the time drew near for him to arrive Kensa was forced to withdraw and seclude herself in order to rest and prepare for what would be a difficult birth. In the meantime the east was disassembled and rebuilt with an efficiency few other places could have managed. She regretted her absence during this brief period of change and had returned noticeably weary but hopeful. Amet had attended to the changes in the cove, the Primarch was grateful to have him as a partner.
Amet is right to expect to find her on the shore of the lake where she can gorge herself on rich greenery and keep an eye on Valek who likes nothing more than splashing in the pebbled shallows.
The boy is a small bay creature marked similarly to his dam though decidedly less sabino and already displaying a great deal more gold. He could be anyone's son except perhaps Litotes. Kensa does not volunteer his lineage and there would be no point in asking because all of her children were hers more than they belonged to any man. He could be mistaken for Clayton’s child perhaps, they had been together often enough, but she never allowed Clayton to believe it was his child she carried. Not unkindly of course, just honestly.
Kensa does not hear the discussion regarding Litotes that is carried on as they come to meet her, and this is good. She does not like to take offense but it certainly would have darkened the meeting. When Lie had disappeared into Loess she had been glad to have another to take the helm alongside her, wanting nothing more than to keep Hyaline strong. Perhaps it had looked like a betrayal to Litotes, to her friends, but it is Hyaline she puts first.
Their voices carry through the spring air, pleasant, indistinct, and Kensa turns to look towards the sound. The unadulterated delight on her face is plain and she turns slowly toward the trio. Valek watches her, dripping, but attends to his play. “Oh, my friends. I could cry to see you both in Hyaline!” She gushes, calling out to them. When they come nearer she greets Dawn with a press of her muzzle to the side of the young mare’s. She has missed Clayton recently, and when she brushes her muzzle tenderly against his it is with an relieved exhale as she realizes how much she wants to sink into his embrace. She gives the bay and green stallion a small smile particularly for him before drawing back. Her laughter is music trailing after her words when she speaks again. “I want to congratulate you both, and of course tell you how much I’ve missed you.” These are her two best friends, she realizes, and she hopes that nothing changes that… perhaps knowing that this very meeting is the beginning of a great many changes.
Valek for his part finally stops by to eye the adults, the very round Dawn in particular, because she is pretty. He looks at them all with gold ringed brown eyes. ”I’m Valek.” He says (once again to Dawn in particular) puffing himself up like a grown man before bobbing his head once and bounding back into the water. Kensa raises her eyes heavenward, she is cursed to only bring wild-children into the world.
@[Clayton] @[Amet] @[Dawn] Sorry, trying to get back into writing -_-
