[private] past and future

[Vastra]

The compliment pleases Vastra and her wings ruffle slightly in response - finding that she likes the way her name sounds in the fire-mare’s voice, wondering if it tastes as good on her tongue as Brunhilde’s does on Vastra’s. She does not ask that question, but instead remains silent - gaze steady as she tries to work out what might truly be wrong with her friend. Vastra doesn’t have the social practice to know what words to use, what questions to ask, to coax the truth out of her - and then Brunhilde asks the one question that causes all other thoughts to blink out of existence in the shapeshifter’s mind. Do you want to fly A spark of a smile appears - flight was the quickest and easiest way to bring forth one out of the sandy dun mare. She takes a moment to admire the fire wings of the other mare, taking her time in combing over every inch of flesh and fire she can see. The admission from the other that she is not good does not bother her in the slightest. Like all things, practice makes perfect. That small smile turns sly at the flirt, and a new flame ignites within Vastra - her gaze snapping back to meet the topaz eyes of the mare before her. The few syllables she speaks are spoken carefully, deliberately vague. “Yes. I can.” She shifts then - into a small sparrow - and flutters around Brunhilde’s head, tugging on raven strings of hair, before retreating. Still in the air, she becomes herself again - sandy wings beating against the air as she continues to rise but does not take her burning storm-grey eyes off of the other mare. As though little seeds of fire from Brunhilde have already rooted themselves within her. “Follow me.” v a s t r a

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@[brunhilde]