i am a leaf on the wind

She knows the feeling of loneliness all too well. The crushing, draining presence of it always lingering. At first, at least, Adelene had been with her. But they’d parted ways when they entered the Threshold of Helovia, and though Lyanna had thought Adelene was only steps away, her sister had disappeared instead. And then, for too long, it was just Lyanna. The Edge took her in, but still, she knew no one. The mare that greeted her had been pleasant, but at the time, Lyanna had no idea they’d become close friends. And otherwise, there had been nothing, really.

The tri-colored Pegasus had taken to wandering Helovia, trying to pass the time, trying to pretend that she was learning the lay of the land, when really, she was simply avoiding the truth of her life. Her old life was gone, and she had to learn to live in a new one. Apollo had started that change, with the small red ruby he’d given her that she still wears around her neck. Alysanne had turned from familiar face to mentor, and eventually friend. Slowly, things changed. Slowly, the constant knock of loneliness faded. Slowly, Lyanna began to live again.

Now, she moves through the Edge with relative ease. She’s still new here, all things considered, but somehow that hadn’t stopped them from promoting her to a rank that she probably didn’t know enough about to actually do. But she was trying. She spends a good bit of her time in the gardens now, growing familiar with the herbs that the Edge grows. In addition, she’s picked up a few different bits of information along the way (like willow’s ability to dull pain).

Today, she’s actually on her way out of the gardens and perhaps toward the Threshold when a rather large thump, followed by a bit more ruckus, catches her attention. Possibly, she should be more concerned for her own safety than she actually is and she picks into a trot, moving through the mists as quickly as she can, to the source of the sound. But instead of worrying about her own safety, she’s concerned for someone else’s. What in the Gods name had that sound been?

It’s not long before Lyanna nearly stumbles on the form a girl, head pressed into the dirt. She skids to a stop before accidentally stepping on the girl (she used to the mists, but they are rather dense this morning, and everything is slightly hazier than usual). Really, the girl is a young mare, probably taller than Lyanna (though she can’t be sure, with the girl on the ground), but still, younger than Lyanna and so she sticks with girl.

“Are you okay?” she asks kindly, slightly less worried at the moment that the girl also doesn’t look familiar, or smell of the Edge. First, she’d like to make sure the poor thing isn’t too terribly hurt. A cursory glance shows some cuts and probably minor bruises, but there’s nothing more obvious yet. Still, it’s Lyanna’s job to check. “I’m Lyanna, one of the Moon Doctor’s of the Edge.” she adds, figuring it might be good to add that she’s not here to kick the girl in the side or anything for trespassing. Besides, it seems the younger mare had already done a good job of that herself.

watch how i soar.

lyanna