12-29-2020, 03:06 PM
It has been a long time since Vastra was pregnant but she recognizes the early signs and they infuriate her. What a stupid thing to allow to happen. She much preferred the way it had happened with Brunhilde - just ask a kind magician for a little bit of help and the other parent has to do the hard work. If anyone should be carrying this child - or, god forbid, another set of twins - it should be Svedka. It only seemed fair.
She’s on her way to Tephra to give him a piece of her mind but is flying over the coast to burn off some of her energy first. There aren't many motherly instincts in her but she knows well enough not to pick a fight or get herself too worked up and risk the baby at all. And seeing as how she's already worked up, better to tire herself out as much as she can first.
The wreckage of a storm on the islands catches her attention simply because it is something else to focus on and she drifts over on a current of air - noting but not thinking much of the osprey that is also circling in the air. And then, on the beach, she spots a familiar figure.
Which is a feat of itself, considering how often she’s preferred to keep with her own company over the years.
There’s some embarrassment when Vastra thinks about the small collection of times she’s spoken with the other pegasus - either wounded or pledging her support and protection for him and his family. Which, well, didn’t end up happening - they lost track of each other and then Vastra had been sidetracked by Brunhilde and their family.
But Vastra is not the kind to allow embarrassment to have any sort of hold on her emotion and she brushes it aside effectively as she lands on the dawn-lit beach. She muscles aside her annoyance at her current condition and folds her wings at her side as she calls out in her perpetually rough voice that is softened with a glimmer of a smile. “Pteron! It’s been a while. How have you been?”
She’s only a little bit curious, but it’s a polite thing to ask and - regardless of his answer - she’d rather talk about him than anything going on in her life at the moment.
She’s on her way to Tephra to give him a piece of her mind but is flying over the coast to burn off some of her energy first. There aren't many motherly instincts in her but she knows well enough not to pick a fight or get herself too worked up and risk the baby at all. And seeing as how she's already worked up, better to tire herself out as much as she can first.
The wreckage of a storm on the islands catches her attention simply because it is something else to focus on and she drifts over on a current of air - noting but not thinking much of the osprey that is also circling in the air. And then, on the beach, she spots a familiar figure.
Which is a feat of itself, considering how often she’s preferred to keep with her own company over the years.
There’s some embarrassment when Vastra thinks about the small collection of times she’s spoken with the other pegasus - either wounded or pledging her support and protection for him and his family. Which, well, didn’t end up happening - they lost track of each other and then Vastra had been sidetracked by Brunhilde and their family.
But Vastra is not the kind to allow embarrassment to have any sort of hold on her emotion and she brushes it aside effectively as she lands on the dawn-lit beach. She muscles aside her annoyance at her current condition and folds her wings at her side as she calls out in her perpetually rough voice that is softened with a glimmer of a smile. “Pteron! It’s been a while. How have you been?”
She’s only a little bit curious, but it’s a polite thing to ask and - regardless of his answer - she’d rather talk about him than anything going on in her life at the moment.
VASTRA
@[Pteron]
