[private] past and future

[Vastra]

Being here feels odd now that Vastra remembers most of her life as a horse. The periods where she was here were brief, though she knows now that things have changed. The Gates and the Amazon jungle are gone, replaced by new kingdoms that have too many names for her to even consider attempting to remember. Better to not try until it matters. Spring has arrived and Vastra flies over the meadow, observing the flush of green on the trees and the introduction of blooms among the grasses. Although she preferred forests and mountains as a hunter, she is finding she likes this meadow best. It’s easy to see almost everything around you, for one, and if she were to suddenly want to take to the skies (which she often does), then there is plenty of open space for her to stretch out her wings. Her mind is utterly blank and she is at peace as twilight arrives. Although there are a lifetime of memories to sort through, falling into her old habits of locking them away is easy. Why dwell on her lost parents or children? They are no different than the cubs she raised as a mountain lion, growing up and moving on. She knew she wasn’t sentimental before she had her memories back and now she just has confirmation. Her horse-born twins will be well into their adulthood now and with the strong blood in them she had no cause for worry. As she coasts to land, she does spot a familiar face. It is hard to miss the burning mare in the blue haze of the hour and Vastra has already angled so that she lands nearby before she can even think about it. Like a moth to the flame. “Hello Brunhilde.” The name of the other mare is not a gentle one, it is not smooth on Vastra’s tongue, but she likes it all the better because of that. v a s t r a

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@[brunhilde]