truth it breaks by the night; kensa

[leliana]

I rise from my scars. nothing hurts me now.

Leliana arrives in Hyaline in the same breath that she decides to visit.

It is quiet, that magical hour of dusk, and she does not expect for others to interrupt. Instead, the woman of red and mahogany and gold sits on the border, glowing slightly as the sun glows on the horizon. She does not know much of this land—other than what she has managed to uncover through her gifts—but she has specific attention on the golden mare who leads this land. Has led this land for quite some time.

Kensa. The name had whispered into her mind as if planted there and Leliana had turned sightless eyes to the land of lake and mountain. The woman was complex, she thinks. She was soft and yet hard on the edges, and Leliana can only think about how many may have underestimated her in her time.

Leliana did not count on being one of them.

She knew just how much strength the mare possessed and just how much sway she held in this new Beqanna. She may sit in the Council for the self-proclaimed sanctuary of the East, but she had ties to places outside of it—and Leliana did not expect her motives or alliances to be so clear cut. 

She doesn’t hold it against the woman though, nor does she pretend to understand her wholly. Instead she just waits, intrigued in spite of herself. The wind catches the edges of her crimson mane and she angles her head toward the side when she hears the sound of hoofbeats. Quietly, she sends out a small wind laced with the sulphur and ocean of Tephra, letting it find the Primarch and wrap around her in welcome.

She considers saying more, introducing herself, but she gives the mare her privacy. Instead she just waits patiently, focusing on the breeze on her back and not on the losses already littered at her feet.
 

@[Kensa]