a violent beginning

[Vastra]

I never knew daylight could be so violent Their party is diminishing by one. They’ve been kind strangers, but strangers all the same, so the mare can’t honestly say that she’s upset but she has appreciated the kind greeting she has received. She knows things could have been much worse for her. “Thank you.” She manages to get out, hoping that Aten hears her before he leaves. She’s not really understand why she feels grateful - she supposes that she shouldn’t. Neither of them have really helped her at all - they’ve just been witnesses to her weakness. Something inside of her insists that she should hate them for that simple fact. It’s an instinct from another life. It’s the same voice that’s whispering to her that these are not friends, they are prey. Fortunately, the pain in her wing and all over her body makes it easy to ignore this voice - she does not like what it is saying to her. Maybe there’s more she should have said, but perhaps her path will cross with Aten in the future. She’d like to show him that she’s more than this weak, dependent creature that he met today. Or, didn’t meet… since she can’t remember her own damn name. Her thoughts are growing stormier by the second and it’s not helped when the winged stallion speaks in Aten’s absence. She snorts in a burst of bitter humour when he presents their options for getting to this Silver Cove, where there might be a healer. Her dark eyes stare at him for a moment, wondering if he’ll figure out what is wrong with the options he has provided on his own, but after a short pause she asks what’s on her mind, glancing down at the wing hanging to her side. “Better to drag through desert or over mountains?” She’s frustrated that they can’t just fly there because of her and maybe there’s a sharper edge to her voice than she really intends. It seems like a valid question to her, though, as both options seem utterly bleak and daunting. Since she doesn’t know this land she’s relying on him heavily to know what the best course to take would be. She’s relying on him for a lot, really, and maybe she should take care to speak a little kinder to him. Eventually, she suspects, the goodwill may run out and she'll have to hunt for a healer on her own. VASTRA kastiel x nazaire, wanderer

@[Pteron]