i am a leaf on the wind
She really is thankful for Birdsong, because flying in the cold really is miserable. Not that it stops her from flying. Probably should, she’ll catch her death of the cold in that sky one day, but she loves it too much to stop. Still, it’s nice to have warm air again, growing warm enough to almost be summer. She’s been marking the passage of time by the seasons. One down, another almost gone. Practically half a year in Helovia, longer than that since she felt Morham.
No, don’t think about that. Nothing good ever comes from thinking about that.
So she doesn’t. And honestly, she probably would have been pulled out of that train of thought by the COOEE!! that echoes through the forest. She’s been here a good bit. There’s always someone new, and there’s always something strange. But this, still, is new. And, curiosity getting the better of her, she lands outside the trees, tucking her wings to her side and weaving through the forest toward the source of the sound.
She doesn’t know what she expects. But whatever it was she thought she mind find, it was not a stallion with hindquarters of…of what? Honestly, she has no idea. Morham had nothing like this (Morham had nothing like most of Helovia, though). But even Helovia hadn’t shown her quite this sort of creature yet. She really wants to ask, but it seems rude.
So instead, she nods, a smile on her lips, the kind that reaches to her eyes. She is good at this, at coming here and trying to give people a place to live. Even if she’s bad at actually living the life she’s offering out, that’s nothing to do with the Edge and everything to do with her. “Hello. I’m Lyanna. Was that you calling?” She asks, a bit of a laugh on her lips, still amused by the sound. Another thing she couldn’t recall ever hearing before. Ah, but there was a first time for everything.
Particularly here. This place would probably never stop surprising her.
watch how i soar.
lyanna
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