It Was About Time {Kensa, Ivar, Diplomats}

[Kensa]

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

Clayton gives away her name to the stranger before she can decide if she is ready for him to have it. Her topaz eyes are drawn to his brightly colored skin like a bird of paradise, a flashy trap that she foolishly does not recognize. She’d come close to a dalliance with the bay and green beside her, but that is forgotten now as she hones her focus on the unnaturally attractive kelpie, who tells her he is master here without actually saying the words. There is no warm welcome here, and she again wonders if Kagerus chose the lands she did for Kensa to visit because of the challenges they might present, or because she is truly the kind to make friends wherever she goes.

“We represent the East. Silver Cove, Hyaline, and Pangea. I am, along with another, Primarch of Hyaline. Kagerus and Solace now rule over the east from Silver Cove.” She adds this clarification to her companion’s introduction, glancing at Clayton with a smile, easy and friendly, a smile that melts into a gentle curve of her lips when she looks back at the flashy tobiano. “As my companion said, we have come to see how Ischia has fared. We wish also to convey the goodwill of the East, if we may.” The last sentence is spoken directly but without challenge, her expression calm and open. Of course this too shifts into something else, a smile drifting across her lips again a small and charming tilt, and she cannot help but say, “We’ve come on business of course, but your home is beautiful and I would like to call again if we can be friends.”

kensa

for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in.

@[Ivar] @[Clayton]