[private] past and future

[Vastra]

She feels briefly guilty for causing Brunhilde’s glow to diminish (something she never, ever wanted to see) but that feeling evaporates when the other mare begins to speak. Vastra is sure that Brunhilde is lying to her, and for a moment those storm-coloured eyes narrow. She’s never encountered a moment where she has had to consider where she values honesty or not, but now she is finding that she does. But her acquaintance with the fiery, beautiful mare before her is short - and she attempts to tell herself that if Brunhilde is lying to her about something, that is the reason why. It is not a good reason, and not one she actually believes. But in a moment of grace, she decides not to press the issue right at the moment. So he does not ask, not yet. But she will not forget either. She accepts the redirect of the conversation and her stance relaxes a little bit. A small spark of a smile even ghosts across her expression. She had wanted to share this piece of herself with Brunhilde today, anyway. And it feels good to be able to answer this simple question with something other than a scowl and a shrug. “Vastra. My name is Vastra.” v a s t r a

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