for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
She is changed. Her once plain liver chestnut hide (though it had been lustrous) is highlighted by gilded sabino. Though she is thin, and her topaz eyes are sad and sharp, she draws attention like a vein of gold in cold dark stone. Inspiring greedy desire without doing anything at all.
That’s why she comes out of her fortress during these dark hours. To capture something.
Her children are all tucked into their soft beds, sweet angel faces a kind of peaceful that almost kept her there--lingering over them, doting and heartsick.
It’s the anger that broke the spell, her little darlings with only a sad sick mother to keep them. Her vast and splendid Hyaline with only a few fools lingering within it’s plague ridden borders. She recalls Kagerus’ fury when she’d come, desolate, to throw her lover’s name into the dirt at the Queen’s feet only to realize that she’d only made herself look weak and stupid, and perhaps put the final nail in her poor Litotes’ crucified palms.
Kensa is not truly weak or stupid, but she is at a loss. She cannot take Lie back, lacks the skill to fight for him, and will not risk leaving her children or putting them in harm’s way. She will need to go to Loess and ask to have him back, ask and offer… She has nothing. No, not true. She has one thing, but does not know what price a mad serpent will exact.
The Primarch doesn’t reason that she needs time to think, does not try to rationalize this. She is, in this hour (a summer night gone crisp) only a woman, an animal, and the forest always draws her when she feels these compulsions. The heady fragrance of earth and rot is welcome as she draws a deep breath of forest air, stops amongst a tangle of hardwoods that have left a many years deep bed of leaves for her to wade through, ferns pushing up around the bases of the trees. She calls out, silvery voice slipping through the trees to reach whoever might wait for her here. It’s not a wanton call, but her voice is like water. Let the thirsty come and drink.
There are monsters here, but she hasn't found one yet. She is perhaps too vivacious for their appetites, but tonight she would follow devils down their rangy paths if they would satisfy her.