The sight of a crowd forming got Vastra so excited she started to tremble, her wings flapping quietly at her sides as she hurried over - eager to see if it was Kisamoa again, if he was back to do more wonderful tricks. Her wings were still striped like the turkey she had transformed into not so very long ago, during another wonderful hunt with the foxes. Helovia, she was quickly learning, always had at least one trick up its sleeve. Vastra
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