[private] past and future

[Vastra]

Although Vastra longs to rise as high as she can - high enough to feel the burn in her lungs as well as her muscles - she won’t. She’s feeling a different burn as she is joined in the air by the fire-mare, and that is certainly enough. She may not take it particularly easy on Brunhilde but she won’t make it incredibly difficult either. A short flight to stretch their wings and then when they are on the earth once more, coated with sweat and out of breath… and then… The rushing of air against her feathers clears her head. Perhaps it is a good thing that their wingspans mean it’s impossible to get close while in flight. Though she’s not too upset with the prospect of admiring her friend from a distance. Echoes of that single word, the promise that Brunhilde would follow her anywhere, reverberate in her mind in time with her heartbeat. Vastra leads the way at first, keeping them high enough to avoid any trees but still relatively low. Then she shifts so that she falls back to coast, maintaining an easy speed, and remaining side-by-side with Brunhilde. The sandy coloured mare’s wings are slow and even, the rush of flying making everything feel light. Making everything seem possible. “How long has it been?” The question is unintentionally vague, because Vastra herself doesn’t know whether she’s referring to flying or… something else. v a s t r a

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@[brunhilde]