All I want is one more chance to be young and wild and free
Her young friend appears within moments of her coat touching the smooth bark. She stands back up, and despite the sadness inside, cannot help but smile. In her isolation, she’s missed her friend. It’s so good to see her again.
The roan reaches out and Vi leans into the touch, glad for some connection. “It’s ok Sette. And thank you, I appreciate it.” And she does. For all intents and purposes, Sette is all she has left. She hasn’t seen Sarkis in months, and she’s never even met the rest of her family. Sette is it.
“How’ve you been? It’s … it’s been a while.” She feels ashamed for having avoided her for so long, but at least Sette seems to understand. The girl is a true friend. "I'm really sorry about ... well, disappearing on you."
A close-by nicker catches her attention and she looks up, startled. The Khaleesi? She bows her head respectfully and takes an awkward half-step back. She’s never met the mare before and isn’t really sure how to react. She knows her mother hadn’t been terribly found of Lagertha, but Vi is not Scorch - she does not have the same history or misgivings. Besides, Lagertha is Sette’s mother. She can’t be that bad, right?
“Hello Khaleesi.” She wonders briefly why the mare is here, then quashes that thought. Lagertha must want Sette for something, duuh. She just hopes that it’s something that can be postponed - she still wants the chance to catch up.
Sorry for the wait and the crappiness. D: