She is of them, among them, but seperate. Her people have been seperate for years because she wished them to be, because she drew a line between herself and the farce the crown had been before her former husband had taken power...and then because she liked the semblance of independence. Especially once her marriage fell apart (she tore it apart).
Someone summons the beauty from Hyaline, a stranger, and she comes because she is curious. She wants to see who is sticking their fingers into her head.
Hyaline has always seemed busier to her than Pangea (perhaps just a perception created by her preference for that place), so she is surprised to see all these creatures popping up like they’ve just been waiting for some cool little number to ring the dinner gong. She regards them a few of them with the cool look of someone accustomed to changes in power.
As she considers the new claimant of Pangea Kensa’s swift and hungry mind makes a sudden and certain second decision to swear an allegiance for the first time in a very long time. To take a chance on a stranger and her strange xenomorph bodyguards. Hyaline’s culture has already been proven to be drenched in debauchery might as well light it on fire and call it flambé. Delicious.
“Anaxerate. A pleasure.” Her voice rings against the hot stone. It is silvery, lovely, and somehow knife edged though she displays no hostility only her typical boldness shouldering forward more by presence alone than physical contact. “Hyaline will happily continue to yield to Pangea, I hope you will indulge our desire for chaos under your rule?” This last is said with a sweet directness capped off by a smile.
What’s the plan, darling?
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Hello my beauty is here, I'm coming off a 'slow' phase and ready to butt dance.
