a violent beginning

[Vastra]

I never knew daylight could be so violent She waits, but not patiently, for the silence to pass between them. Her gaze had followed his gesture to the far northeast and bright blue eyes lingered there. Was she supposed to know which of the options that was? He had just mentions mountains or a wasteland, and something about a cove. The location of these things was lost on her – she didn’t know anything beyond the trees they were surrounded with. If he was looking for understanding, he wouldn’t find it in her. Her frustration is building and she wonders, briefly, whether she would have more success in finding a healer on her own. But she knows she won’t – she won’t for all of the reasons she is frustrated. She doesn’t know where anything is, she doesn’t know how to even begin to find a healer aside from asking every single horse she meets whether or not they are one. His voice pulls her out of her thoughts and she shifts her attention back at him, eyes bright and burning with her hatred for this situation she’s found herself in. Her ears flatten against her head at his words, though she attempts to remind herself that he’s right. He doesn’t seem to be malicious and could have just as easily left the same way Aten did. She hasn’t, and probably won’t, make it easy to help her. She glances down at her broken wing and frowns at it, as though that will mend it. She shifts it slightly and stifles a scream in pain. The alternative is letting him help and she’s already faced so many shots to her pride today, she’s not sure she can take another one. Taking a few deep breaths, the dusty-coloured mare folds her wing up as best as she can – but this time, she actually does shout in pain as she does so. The limb trembles, and it’s almost enough pain and effort just to hold it in that one spot that she’s afraid she’s going to faint, but her stubbornness proves useful and she stays upright. Ignoring the way her legs shake just a little, she meets his eyes again and nods. “Let’s go.” And she gestures for him to lead the way, but before she can take a step she pauses and her gaze softens. Her voice is still rough, but there’s a noticeable lack of edge to it when she whispers into the night air. “Thank you. For helping... when you don't have to.” He didn't owe her anything after all, they were strangers. VASTRA kastiel x nazaire, wanderer

@[Pteron]