[private] past and future

[Vastra]

There’s a small smile that plays across Vastra’s face at being considered good company - she’s not sure she’s ever been called that before. It might even be the first remotely complimentary thing anyone has ever said to her. Except her mother, but the time when she was young and small enough to stand still for a kind word was so long ago that Vastra cannot even remember more than just the impression of having a caring mother. She takes in the fire-mare now that she’s close, now that words have been exchanged and she hasn’t been chased off, and Vastra notices the differences. Well, she notices the weight that has been lost - the tangles are a fact of life for her and she does not consider a kept mane an indication of health. But no matter what shape she was ever in, the show of ribs was an indication of something being wrong. She takes a step closer, grey-blue eyes now darkened with something resembling concern. It is, beneath the surface, a more intense emotion than concern usually is - Vastra feels her emotions, all of them, strongly. It does not matter that Brunhilde is at best just an acquaintance - for better or for worse Vastra’s heart and mind treat everyone with the same burning intensity in all things. She’s forgotten to introduce herself properly, forgotten to share the things she had not been able to the first time they met. Instead, her question is blunt (though not un-kind). “Why aren’t you eating?” v a s t r a

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@[brunhilde]