i am a leaf on the wind

The girl is up on her feet within a few moments of Lyanna’s arrival, and it becomes a bit harder to remember she’s younger than Lyanna. The bay dun mare is a bit taller than Lyanna, though at least the girl doesn’t tower over her (she’s getting too used to staring up at Tembovu). The girl nods that she’s fine, though Lyanna can’t help keeping something of an eye on her as she stretches her wings and tests things out. That’s what she does though. It still feels nosey in a way that observing as Princess in Morham did not feel nosey.

Back then, she looked for signs of deception, rebellion. She looked for signs of things one should not be doing, and therefore, didn’t deserve any privacy. Now, she watched for signs of injury and discomfort, signs of things that are rather personal. A small cut is one thing, asking a mare if she’s pregnant is quite another. And some things simply wound the pride as well. Lyanna is fully aware. She’s had her own stubborn moments, refusing to let on when Corbin had actually, seriously hurt her in a battle. She always pretended the burns didn’t hurt like hell (they did, though they were always tiny and accidental), or that the bruises didn’t smart every time she moved. So she understands that not everyone wants her in their business either.

But still, she checks, because she’s supposed to. And in truth, because she can’t imagine a world in which she doesn’t check. Because she does care, enough to be nosey and annoying about it.

When Lyanna mentions the Edge, the girl suddenly looks more interested, letting out a slight trill and pawing at the ground. Still, no words though. Lyanna tips her head slightly, watching the other mare curiously. “Yes, this is the World’s Edge,” she says, pretty sure that’s what the visitor is getting at with her exaggerated motions. She doesn’t ask if the mare talks, but rather, decides to stick to yes and no questions to see if that gets her somewhere instead. “Were you looking for the Edge?”

The mare moves slightly, and her movements seem stiff, though that would make sense given the crash landing. Slowly, the visitor starts to smile, not necessarily at Lyanna, but maybe just at the place where she’s literally managed to tumble into. The Edge is worth that smile, certainly. Though Lyanna isn’t really certain what the mare is looking for here. But after a moment, that smile turns to a frown as she moves (Lyanna following, because she’s not about to let a stranger wander through the Edge alone). “Can I heal you? I need the practice, honestly.” She asks, adding the second bit because one, it’s true, and two, maybe if the girl saw it as a favor, she’d agree.

watch how i soar.

lyanna