i am a leaf on the wind

She has never been in the Grove. It didn’t seem like a place for her, necessarily. It seemed more like a place for private meetings and secret affairs. And Lyanna? Well she hardly knew anyone at all here. What use could she possibly have for secret or elicit anything? But today, she figures it might be worth a venture anyway. A quiet day in which she doesn’t expect to find anyone. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing. She’s spent a lot of time wandering, meeting stranger she figures she’s unlikely to meet again. It’s keep her mind busy, but it might be alright to simply get lost for a day. To forget everything.

Today, she’s earthbound, knowing this would not be the sort of place one flies over. Not that she can see much through the trees, but still, it felt too much like spying. Instead she weaves through the trees, different than the forests of the Edge or the Deep Forest. Everything here is lush and green and thick. The willow branches dance lightly on the surface of the pond and across her back. Sunlight filters in softly, giving the place just enough light to see by, but not too much.

And then there’s a trail of petals. Oh. That’s odd. That’s not something one normally sees. Not that Helovia shocks her quite as much as it used to. But still. Flower petals don’t blow around into a straight line. Curious, she follows the petals and is soon greeting with the cadence of a story, the voice faraway and feminine. The language though is not one she knows,

It’s not long before a gray (almost white) mare comes into view. Her mane and tail are black and littered with the same flowers and petals that coat the ground behind her. Oh, how wonderful! she thinks, sounding like a child in her own head. But then again, she is almost still a child. Sometimes she forgets. Sometimes, she feels a million years old. Losing your family can do that to the mind, though.

Realizing she’s unwittingly nearly snuck up on someone, she offers a nicker and “Hello,” stopping in place at this point so the other mare doesn’t think she’s being purposefully followed. “I saw the petals. They are lovely,” she adds, by way of explination. “I’m Lyanna.”

watch how i soar.

lyanna