i am a leaf on the wind

Lyanna hadn’t known anything about the Edge when she found it’s borders, mostly by luck. Elsa had offered her a place to rest, a place to figure it all out, and at the time, it’d been exactly what Lyanna had needed. She hadn’t known then that she’d stay, that it would actually start to feel like home. There were so many faces here she didn’t know, so many stories and secrets she was still learning. It wasn’t like Morham, where her childhood was filled with teachers. In that life, her job was to know everything. In this life? Well, she got to choose her job. What a novel concept. Choosing. And she chose to heal others, chose to learn what herbs would help with pain and swelling, how to tend to minor wounds.

And somehow, in all that, she’d been granted some magic to help. Contingent of course upon being a Doctor here, but still, it was something. She could feel it in her veins in the way the power of the wind once swirled through her. It’s not entirely the same. The power isn’t hers, and it feels borrowed. She’s not sure how to explain the difference, and perhaps she wouldn’t notice it save that she once had power of her own. This power isn’t hers, it belongs to the Goddess of the Moon. But still, it’s familiar, and it’s soothing.

And truthfully, she’s really excited to try it out.

For that matter, she doesn’t actually expect the girl to agree. But there’s a small chirp and a slight nod, and Lyanna can’t help but smile a bit. She takes a breath, figuring that calling on this new power can’t be all that different than when she controlled the wind. So she tugs on those familiar strings of magic, and slowly, a dark fog rolls in, the wind picking up around them enough to tug on the grass and their hair. The fog focuses on the girl, the wind moving around them easily. And for the first time in a long time, Lyanna feels almost like herself. It’s not her old power, but it is something, and it’s amazing. As the fog rolls around, Lyanna can see the cuts start to close, skin stitching itself back together. She can’t tell how much it helps or doesn’t with stiff joints and muscles from the fall, but suspect it should at least help.

It’s the first time she’s used the magic though, and it’s not perfect. There are some small marks left on the girl’s skin as the fog dissipates, Lyanna letting the magic go when it seems she’s done all she can. But nothing looks like it’s openly bleeding. “Do you feel better?” She asks, waiting to see what the girl thinks of all that. And then they could deal with the fact that technically, she was trespassing. But she seemed relatively harmless, all things considered.

watch how i soar.

lyanna