[private] let's (not) try this again

[Vastra]

She hears someone approaching but she does not think much of it - there are so many horses in this place, she feels as though she is never truly alone. Although her blue-grey eyes remain on the sky above, there is a part of her tracking the movement. An instinct that will never fade. But, what does surprise her, is that she recognizes the voice. The recognition causes the slightest jump, a bit of a twitch in her body, and this reaction instantly makes her feel defensive before they’ve even started. Coupled with the moderate embarrassment over how their last meeting had gone - for his brusqueness, for the strangeness of the other mares, and for her words too. She lashed out because she had nothing else to offer, just as she is ready to lash out in this moment too - her ears flattening for a fraction of a second before she finally processes the words that he has said. Her gaze lowers from the sky to him, the peace that she had felt moments ago flooding in once more. There’s even a smile. A small, ghostly one, but it is warm and it is honest. She is thankful for this chance at a different impression, though she’s not thinking about that - she’s thinking about how excited she is to fly with someone again. It’s always been her favourite way to interact with others - high in the sky, where they can’t talk. So that’s what she says. “Always.” Her wings are already unfurled so she moves forward and beats those soft, sandy-coloured wings until she is in the air. She wishes she could fly as far as the sun, but she’ll settle for a reasonable altitude for now. The fact that she’s nameless doesn’t seem like such a problem up here. All those years as a mountain lion and she had been missing out on the rush of the wind as it catches and tosses her. She keeps an eye out for Brigade, wondering if flying felt the same for him - and enjoying the bliss of not being able to ask the question. v a s t r a

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@[brigade]