i am a leaf on the wind

Lyanna still feels a little overwhelmed. Though less so now, with the meeting well enough behind them, with the idea of her new responsibilities beginning to settle comfortably enough on her shoulders. Still, it all seemed like quite a lot, and she didn’t know that she’d actually earned the title she’d been given. It seemed more like default, being the only option when a new doctor was needed. And perhaps, it was. But she knows better than to let that bother her. She knows how to earn the position, knows that she can and will continue to prove herself every day.

Which again, all seems daunting. Which is probably ridiculous coming from a once Princess, but there’s something about playing pretty princess that is just not equivalent to being responsible for the health of an entire herd. It’s made more daunting though by the fact there’s still so many in this herd she doesn’t know. She’s creepily keeping an eye on horses who’s names she can’t match to their face, and it feels far too like invading personal space when she can’t even greet them properly.

So, today, instead of disappearing to the Threshold like she does quite often, she stays in the Edge, wandering through the sweltering kingdom and doing her best to keep to the trees and the mist, taking whatever solace from the sun she can find. Tallsun is brutal here, nothing like the summer she knew back in Morham. They had seasons, but their summer never left parts of the kingdom on fire.

She has no plans for the day, but rather just to amble about, come up with a plan maybe. It’s then that a patch of darkness – too dark to be simply the shade of the trees or the mist – catches her eye. She turns herself in that direction, curious, and makes her way over. It’s not long before the white filly comes into sight. Not quite a girl anymore, not yet a woman grown. Like so many other faces, Lyanna doesn’t know this girl either, though she is familiar at least. Offering a nicker in greeting first, Lyanna makes her way over, noting that right near the cool it is distinctly cooler. Magic of some sort, certainly, and rather useful at that. “Hello, I’m Lyanna,” she offers, nodding a head. “I don’t think we’ve properly met before.”  

watch how i soar.

lyanna