i am a leaf on the wind

Tembovu is gone almost as quickly as he had come. It seems almost odd, though at the same time, Lyanna is used to King’s coming and going. Her own father rarely spent much time with her, unless the activity was some shared political event or whatever. He’d appear in her life at random moments, as if waiting for that second when she slipped up in a fight and landed on her ass, or just so happened to be hiding in the forest when she should be with her tutors. And then he’d be gone, off to the next meeting or whatever else.

She isn’t surprised, then, that Tembovu say he must find Dacianna and leaves them. Lyanna offers a nod of fairwell, figuring that’s more than enough. The tension dissipates as he leaves as well, the conversation turning to plants and their uses. Something that both Alysanne and Lyanna can probably talk about for ages. Alysanne teaching, Lyanna learning. And she’s glad for the shift in the conversation, because she’s not entirely sure how much more time she can spend with the conversation so focused on her. Because it’s all still a little overwhelming.

They head off in the direction of the garden, something Lyanna can find, but admittedly, probably hasn’t spent enough time in. She makes a mental note to start making that a habit, and to try and bring some things back when she’s out wandering Helovia. “Willow. Brought that to a stallion in pain once, and looked like a dog carrying the branch.” She laughs at the thought. He hadn’t even tried the willow, but whatever, at least she had tried. “Learned some about seaweed, and its ability to help with swelling, pain, and congestion. Star grass, red clover, catnip,” she says, rattling off the name’s she can remember and still picture in her head as well.

There’s so much, she’s sure, that she doesn’t remotely know. It turns out princesses don’t need to know anything about healing, and learning about it hadn’t ever crossed her mind before. She’d had healers (not that they’d been able to help Corbin or her parents), and had never thought there’d be a need to know what plants she could feed a pregnant mare. Strange, really, how much her life has changed. How much she has changed. Or has she finally just become the mare she always should have been? Sometimes, she doesn’t know. The lines blur together, and she doesn’t know where Lyanna the ex-Princess ends, and where Lyanna the healer begins.

watch how i soar.

lyanna