[private] such a simple thing

[Vastra]

The interruption of her thoughts is welcomed. Once, not very long ago, she would have found it annoying - but not very long ago she didn’t have a daughter to occupy much of her waking thoughts. Didn’t have this little family that had bloomed in her life. It is all still so fresh, still so new, that she has trouble redirecting her worrying thoughts - she has no experience with them. So outside intervention seems the best course of action, and it is handy when it walks right up to her. The mountain lion rolls over to look at him more properly. The eyes set in the face of the feline are her usual blue-grey, the colour of the ocean on a cloudy day before a storm. They never did seem to change whenever she shifted. She regards this stallion - and a smile sparks in her expression as she lifts her head and props herself up on one of her forearms. It doesn’t strike her as an odd question, because the answer hadn’t always been the one she will give today. “Yes.” She says simply - and it is a short pause before she continues. “But that wasn’t always the case.” Some of the roughness has worn out of her voice now that she is using it more, only the faintest of edges on her words. Vastra has no qualms about elaborating on her response - she just doesn't even think to do it. It's been a few years since she came back to herself and still the intricacies of conversation escaped her. She regards him instead - eyes blatantly travelling his patched figure as she attempts to figure out what could have inspired such an opening question. It feels obvious, but she asks it anyway. “Do you shift forms?” v a s t r a

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@[Svedka]