[private] wait until you see the new me - Pteron

[Vastra]

I never knew daylight could be so violent His roguish grin brings out a smile of her own. Her prolonged embarrassment throws a shade over how much she could like Pteron, but it makes her feel better that he is - so far - apparently genuinely nice. The matter of her debt to him is a feeling that is very real to her, and she shakes her head at his idea of how to call it even. “That is not enough, but it is a start.” It was a short story, after all, and it had been far from a short trip. “I.. rebooted my brain with the help of a fellow shifter and unlocked many memories.” Her words are still a little awkward and she fumbles over most of them but it’s becoming easier and easier to string together longer sentences. “But there is no family to be found, and no home. My father died the day I was born. I have a mother, but it’s been years since I’ve seen her… and two foals as well, in addition to the cubs I raised.” The longer she spends in horse-form, the more remote and bizarre her life as a mountain lion feels. She doesn’t think about how this is probably a strange thing to say. “I hope they are well, and that they are living peacefully somewhere.” “No home.” She repeats, but casually and without a hint of sadness. It is a fact. It’s difficult to feel remorse over something she never felt. Even before, when she was a filly and then a young mare, she ever truly had a home. She was a wanderer at heart. “I was born before the world changed, now it’s all different.” No wonder she had not recognized anything. Her gaze shifts momentarily to the forest that composes this land and wonders aloud. “Do you like your home?” Not that she is looking to move in, of course, but she is curious about what that means to others. Home. VASTRA kastiel x nazaire, wanderer

@[Pteron]