I never knew daylight could be so violentFor some, bizarre reason she feels as though she has betrayed the fire-girl, who reacts with venom to the shift in the conversation. Navigating exchanges with others was not, this mare was learning, her strength and she’s confused by how quickly the fuses had all died out – all but the fire-mare’s. Should she have stayed angry? Lilliana and Brigade seemed content to move on and her gaze shifts to that brightly coloured mare as she tries to sort this out.
But Brigade doesn’t rise to the occasion to further fight and instead just shifts to asking them why they are all out there on this dark night. Now that things, perhaps, are turning into an actual conversation – the sandy-coloured mare knows she is out of place. She’s already used up the extent of her pleasantries and she’s unwilling to honestly answer Brigade’s question, as simple as it is. This is too large of a group already, the largest she has been in since she has returned, and the idea of showing any vulnerability makes her stomach clench uncomfortably.
She doesn’t even feel any spark or bark in her to toss back at him – she’s been subdued by this strange little meeting and can’t find her way back to the protective anger she had when it began. They’ve thrown her off-kilt with their pleasantries and she feels as lost as she did when she first arrived back in Beqanna with a broken wing and no idea where she was.
If she’s not going to answer, either honestly or with hostility, she’s left with two choices – stand silently or leave. The second option wins, of course, because it removes her from this situation and that is ideal. It doesn’t matter that there’s a part of her that craves contact, it’s still such a small part that it is easily squashed by the lone, nomadic lifestyle she lived as a mountain lion for the last two decades. Herd instincts or no, it’s hard to break such long-formed habits.
She doesn’t even know what to say to excuse herself, so she mutters a soft and quick “good bye.” as she turns to leave. But she does look at them all as she’s leaving – her gaze lingering on the fire-mare, silently hoping that she’ll get to cross paths with this volatile and beautiful stranger again, and soon. She wouldn’t mind crossing paths with any of them again soon, really…
Just never again in a group.
VASTRA
kastiel x nazaire, wanderer |
@[brunhilde]
sorry I took forever just for Vastra to peace but I didn't know what else to do with her lmao
