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

[Vastra]

It’s been a few years since she (literally) crash landed into Beqanna and where have these years gotten her? Absolutely, incredibly, fucking nowhere. She has been healed, at least, and has two working wings again – and the road to getting to where she could fly has been long and frustrating. But, at least, it has given her something to focus her mind on. There are precious little thoughts up there otherwise – it’s either flying or hyper-fixating on the fact that she still hasn’t remembered why this place seems like home, still hasn’t remembered her name or her family. So, she has been focusing all of her attention on flying. Today would be a good day for flying, which she is thankful for. She’s found her way to the meadow and an open area, where the autumn-gold grass is unimpeded by trees. She still feels a little wary to be standing so openly, like she’s making herself unnecessarily vulnerable, but the rest of the horse-creatures don’t seem to mind and she is trying to get used to it, along with so many other things. With the early-afternoon sunshine upon her, she uncurls her wings just a little bit. Relishing the combination of the cool air and the warm sunshine upon the feathers that had been hidden just moments ago. She’s itching to fly, but for now she stays where she is – blissfully unaware that she might look a little strange. It has never mattered to her how she has appeared to others – right now she is relishing in the strange, but welcome, sense of peace folding over top of her. Her grey-blue eyes don't flutter close but are cast upwards instead, her mind utterly empty as she watches a lazy white cloud cross the cool blue of the sky. v a s t r a

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@[brigade]