[private] into the sun

[Vastra]

Autumn has arrived and surrounded by the lush reds and oranges of the season, it is little wonder how Vastra’s thoughts keep straying to a particular mare. Her heart still soars with the memories of their flight together, twisting and dancing through the air - the place where the sandy coloured mare felt most alive. And to share that feeling with someone that she loved? It was a feeling beyond anything else. She had meant to keep closer tabs on the fiery mare, meant to riddle out the reasons why she was looking so sickly the last time they spoke, but time is a slippery thing for her. Without a particular land to drift towards, she is left hoping that they will cross paths again. That this time she will see more of a spark of life in her friend, that she will be the fire-mare she had first met that fateful night. Just once more, Vastra thinks, and she won’t be foolish enough to let the other mare slip her grasp again. It’s late in the afternoon when the sea-grey eyed mare finally stops her wandering - and she unfurls her wings to stretch but does not take off just yet. They fold back into her sides slowly and she watches the various horses she sees moving about, going this way or that or meeting up with someone. She still has a predatory manner to her watchful gaze, the lion within never too far out of reach but at least for now it is asleep and she is a version of herself that is more whole than she has been in a long time. v a s t r a

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@[brunhilde]