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Are you particularly interested in plants? [Welcoming] - Lyanna - 03-24-2017 let the winds erase me, like the memory of a kiss She had never really stopped to consider why Helovia had felt safe either. It wasn’t safe, really, if she thinks of Kaos and whatever is to come. No place is completely safe though. But when she’d arrived, she’d simply felt like she’d found a place where no one from her past life would find her. Where even if they did, it wouldn’t matter. Without her magic she was no threat, and here, so far from Morham, it was clear she did not intend to try and claim her throne. Morham was no longer home. The horses she had cared about here gone, either dead or fled, as she had. And what was a throne without anyone to care for? lyanna let these waters takes me @Yves and any who would like to come welcome Yves! RE: Are you particularly interested in plants? [Welcoming] - Yves - 03-26-2017 .
Unaccustomed to being led, Yves nonetheless contentedly takes to following his fellow botany enthusiast. He is happy to leave the stilted conversation of the Threshold, and Lyanna proves to be a delightful guide. As they wander the woods, Yves finds himself enjoying not needing to pay attention to where he’s going; ignorance is a privilege he has rarely been afforded over the past year. After finding a suitable opportunity to discretely discard of the sourgrass, he feels even more at ease. The other stallions’ disappointed reactions are soon forgotten as he delves into the opportunity to nerd out about plants with an obvious expert, particularly one as alluring as the ombre-winged mare. “Plants are my specialty,” He confirms, his lilting French accent more apparent without a mouthful of cud. “Healers impress me,” He continues with a slyly complimentary smile, explaining, “My studies tend to be more academic than practical. Identification, growing conditions, things like that.” Yves had always gathered and grown the plants, dissecting and scrutinizing them for clues to their properties, while his best friend did most of the healing. This further explanation he keeps to himself.
Mist swirls lazily through the woods, as if even the fog has grown tired of this hot season. A dark iron gate provides passage to the place Yves deduces must be the World’s Edge; he quietly appraises the towering trees and familiar rocky soil, nodding his unspoken approval. As the wood thins out, the earthy smell of the forest intermingles with the salty and oddly nostalgic scent of the ocean. Even before they reach the view, Yves is profoundly content. Once they arrive at Lyanna’s chosen destination, though, he is stunned. Beyond the sheer white cliffs, the deep crystal blues of the sea – he can’t help but notice how parts of it very nearly match the mare’s accents – seem to go on forever. “It’s incredible,” He offers, keenly aware of the inadequacy of words for such a place. He stares quietly for some moments, his heart happy simply to share a moment with another soul. Finally breaking the silence, he faces Lyanna again and asks, “Have you always lived here?” just pin your heartbeat up against my heartbeat; you'll see how well we rhyme. @Lyanna RE: Are you particularly interested in plants? [Welcoming] - Lyanna - 03-26-2017 - sometimes in the wind of change - The conversation is easy, and she enjoys it. Though conversation about plants always does seem to come easily for her now, which is strange. How different she is now, how far she’s come. Perhaps it makes sense; perhaps it explains her love of the forest back in Morham. The way the trees became her friends, reaching out to touch her in a friendly hello whenever she visited. She’d always thought it had more to do with the way the wind and the trees whispered to one another, the leaves laughing. But she still loved the forests, even here, and she couldn’t hear the wind as she once could. So perhaps it had always been a love of plants, even before she’d known. “It’s not too hard to learn the practical applications, especially if you already know the academics behind it. I didn’t know all that much until a few years ago. I just spent nearly all my waking moments playing with plants.” She gives a light laugh, as if this hadn’t been because she’s more or less refused to interact with others. Which isn’t quite right. She would interact, but the loss of her old life weighed too much, and she kept to herself. Sometimes, she still does. She still spends a lot of time in the greenhouse, though in the years she’s been here, she’s made friends, found something of a life. It’s not the same as having a family, and she will never stop missing them, but her friends keep her going. Her purpose in the Edge gives her a reason to keep going, and she’s always glad to bring others here. The Edge was a second chance for her, and she hopes it can be the same for others. They come to the cliffs and he seems to like it. She smiles, teal eyes watching him more than the view. The view has become familiar to her, one she never takes for granted, but not necessarily one she always wants to see. She’s more interested in his reaction than the view today. “No, I came to Helovia a few years ago. Though I’ve always lived in the Edge since I came. It reminds me of my old home, a bit, and everyone has always been kind and welcoming.” Not that the other herds weren’t kind and welcoming, but the Edge had always felt right. “Are you interested in a job here? You don’t have to have one, but we have healers, obviously, if you wanted to learn more. Though even if you don't, I can show you the greenhouse and the garden.” She smiles a bit wider at that, nodding her head in the direction of the greenhouse not too far off. “And we have Seers. Their job is to collect the history of the herd and to call upon the Moon Goddess when we need her guidance. We also have sleuths, warriors, and crafters.” She falls silent then, figuring she’s said more than enough. - we find our true direction - lyanna @Yves RE: Are you particularly interested in plants? [Welcoming] - Yael - 03-26-2017 the cliffs. It immediately occurs to her that she hasn’t told her friend that Toulouse has left, and ignorant of any ill-will between the two of them, all she remembers is their kind interactions. Circling down in a lazy, gradual descent, Yael gracefully lands a good distance away from the pair, keenly aware that sometimes those without wings are unaccustomed to horses just appearing from above. A joyful whicker towards the duo precedes any movement while she takes a moment to situate all those gold and black feathers. Feeling presentable, Yael trots along the rim of the cliffs towards them with a spritely gait, this time greeting her fellow herdmate with an enthusiastic “Leeanna! Shalom!” Her dainty, long face extends to touch the mare on the shoulder, before her gaze travels up, up, up to the gray stallion at her side. Lyanna was often coming and going to the Threshold, bolstering their numbers with surprising regularity. “Ah, you must be new, yes?” Her easy smile expands as she steps back to take the whole of the stallion in. “Velcome to ze Edge. I’m Yael.” Her tongue trips over the words with an ease that says she is fluent, but most definitely not native to Helovia. Or any neighboring land, for that matter. Yael a lover of the light @Yves - Welcome! @Lyanna RE: Are you particularly interested in plants? [Welcoming] - Tilney - 03-26-2017
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