Kensa
The spring has flown by, and it felt like the snow had only just given way to greenery but now it was already summer. In Hyaline a liver chestnut woman had passed the season of new life in the company of the young prince Rhaegor, enchanted with him as were most all those who crossed his path. Still, she could not always been in the company of the buckskin youth and on this particular summer day she is alone, picking her way along the rocky paths that snake through the trees on the mountainside.
She is beyond childhood, a woman in form if not always in mind. Life has touched her in small ways but nothing has yet left an imprint on her body, mind, or soul that would distort them. She is beautiful in form, sturdy like her mustang predecessors and well suited to navigating Hyaline’s varied terrain. Exploring the lonely corners of the beauteous mountain kingdom has proven to be her fondest pastime. Kensa is a seeker, a tomb raider, a lover of unknown things waiting to be found.
When she comes upon a cave mouth it is beyond her willpower to pass it by. She sniffs at the entryway. It smells deserted. Eying the ferns that grow in the shade of the cave’s opening she reasons that anything that might visit or dwell here does not pass this way with frequency. The way is only a very little worn, the ferns and green moss seem to be undisturbed by foot traffic.. If any creature has made this their place her trespassing may not be appreciated but it will not be the first time she has gone where she is not wanted.
Kensa is surprised how loud her footsteps sound in the enclosed space and she goes only a few steps into the shadows before choosing to whicker softly. It’s not out of fear but rather out of a sense of propriety, the noise having roused her out of her dogged desire to explore for a moment. ”Hello…?” She calls softly, still eager to delve into dark. There might be something or someone where, and it would be better not to surprise things that are lurking in the dark.
i'm burning like a fire gone wild on saturday
guess i won't be coming to church on sunday
i'll be waiting for love to come around
