i am a leaf on the wind

She’s one-hundred and ten percent sure she should be completely gone from this conversation. But while it feels rude to stay, it also feels rude to just peace out like she wants nothing to do with this anymore. So basically, she’s a little bit trapped as the most awkward third-wheel to this conversation. Thankfully, she’s spent a lot of her life playing third-wheel in conversations, standing just behind her royal parents or just behind her brother and heir apparent, with a pleasant smile plastered on her face while conversations that have nothing to do with her progress. It’s a learned skilled.

Here though, she has two adorable companions to busy herself with. She drops her head slightly, once the two have settled down slightly, inviting Chico back to more cuddling if he wants, or to offer Mbwene (she catches the name from Tembovu, one ear constantly cocked in the direction of that conversation) a hello greeting. The companions are both really adorable, and make for a good distraction. Even just watching the two interact was a great distraction from the conversation that Lyanna doesn’t entirely understand. There was definitely far more rolling beneath that surface than the tri-colored mare could possibly know. And probably, she doesn’t want to know.
 
Still though, she listens in, making sure she doesn’t miss something that actually pertains to her. And also, trying to piece together some of this. Yes, rude. Corbin’s voice comes into her mind, scolding her. But you’re dead, she hisses back at him before realizing having conversations in her head might actually be slightly crazy. Corbin would haunt her forever though. She didn’t doubt that.
 
The conversation is less heated, and as Ros asks to stay, Lyanna shifts her attention from the two companions to the two equines. Tembovu allows her to stay, at least through frostfall, and Lyanna offers a small smile to Ros at that. Something of an unspoken invitation to show the mare around, if she ever wanted, not that Lyanna thought Ros actually needed a tour. But still, she could try to be polite.
 
Though she’s more intrigued by the conversation of what the little gray, wrinkled creature is. An elephant. She’d probably laugh, if she knew just how fitting that namesake was for her titan of a King. But she’s never seen a full-grown elephant, and has no idea just how large they actually are. ”She’s quite adorable,” Lyanna offers, feeling so entirely ridiculous still standing here with next to nothing to offer. Ah, but she really is stuck between a rock and a hard place, she she simply does her best.

watch how i soar.

lyanna