i never said that i would be your lover
i never said that i would be your friend
i never said that i would take no other
She is not a woman who stands on ceremony. When she returned from the battlefield and told her people and those who would now remain with them what she expected for Hyaline she had done so on even ground. Eye to eye with those who would stand beside her keeping Beqanna awake and attentive.
Her borders are also open, though there is something to be said for being polite enough not to barge into someone’s house. Castile makes no effort to conceal his arrival and when she is finished speaking to the others, and after making sure her three children are soothed and unafraid she turns her attention to the dragon king.
Kensa has no visible wounds now, though she is stained by rusty blood and the mire of the battlefield. The last time she had met with Castile she had been lean and ill, a beautiful consumptive with her delicate rib cage showing under her pearls and lace. Now she is herself once more, soft and strong, dimensions expertly crafted to draw the eye. A sculpted aphrodite veined in gold with sharp gemstone eyes.
“Castile. Do tell me that I should see the other guy.” The Primarch says clearly, though all this talking has put an ache in her ribs. She doesn’t scold him for dropping in, he will have to expect her to do the same to him in the future. She reaches out to brush a chaste greeting over the king’s lips and then takes a drink herself. It is strange to be thirsty after traveling through these waters only a short time ago. Kensa breathes ripples across the clear surface, watching their reflections. “My daughter is in Loess, do you know if she is well?”
Lifting her head again to briefly regard the wounds that ooze along his sides, dirt ground into the angry flesh, he should be home resting or seeking healing. “What brings you here so quickly?” She cannot guess his motives but there is gentleness in the question all the same.
@[Castile]
