[private] such a simple thing

[Vastra]

Chel is at the playground, but Vastra does not stray far. She is concerned, as any parent might be the first time they are separated from their offspring, but there is also a sense of loss. How did she fill her days prior to Brunhilde’s pregnancy and then Chel’s birth? It feels as though she had been sleeping for the years before and only recently has she finally awakened. It’s an effort, but she at least tries to not obviously spy - tries to occupy herself. She wanders the nearby reaches of the meadow until she finds a boulder. She shifts - the action that caused her so much grief a handful of years ago coming so effortlessly now. So instead of a sand-coloured mare there is a tawny cougar that climbs the boulder and settles down - delighting in the baking sensation of the warm afternoon sun. Her storm grey eyes occasionally drift to the direction her daughter is in but flick up to the sky or anywhere else when she catches and scolds herself. She can’t even see the playground from here, which is the point. She only wants to be close by just in case. And she certainly does not want Chel to feel hemmed in by a hovering parent. The red-tinted filly was destined to be free and Vastra wanted that right from the start for the little wild soul. She thinks of going to find Brunhilde but doesn’t budge from the rock just yet. She’ll just wait a little bit longer - just to make sure everything was really okay. v a s t r a

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@[Svedka] <3