so i listen to the    wind for an answer

It’s actually been a while since she’s last been in the Threshold. For a few months, she spent so much time here, feeling like she had nothing to actually do in the Edge. But how quickly that had changed. How quickly the Edge became home, kept her busy. She was always trying to learn more about herbs now, tending to the garden, or checking on the members of the Edge. There’d been a few births lately, one of which she’d basically stumbled on at the end. Thankfully, both mother and son had been healthy, making her job there easy.

Things seem calm enough in the Edge today though, and truthfully, she’s getting antsy. She loves having a home, of course, a place to always come back to. But she likes to wander, likes to take to the sky and get out. Meet new horses wherever the winds take her, offer the Edge as a home to others seeking a place to live. There was so much to do in Helovia, and often strange things to stumble on. Like the shadows that had, so many months later, given her the horn she now wears along her neck.

She’s managed to get the silver, half-moon horn to sit just off to the side, so it doesn’t obscure the red ruby that also hangs there, one from a gold chain and one from a silver. So much for not having that much jewelry here. It doesn’t yet rival the collection she left behind in Morham, but she certainly doesn’t feel naked anymore.

The day is hot and miserable, as Tallsun has proven to be all season. Still, she takes to the sky, finding her way to the Threshold through the few clouds that dot the sky. It’s not long before the familiar forest comes into view, and she lands in the closest clearing to her, tucking her tri-colored wings to her side as her feet hit the earth. She slips into the forest like it’s a second home, and in truth, it sort of is. She has spent a lot of time here, and she loves forests as much as the sky. Which perhaps, is a strange thing to love both the open air and an enclosed space equally. But strange or not, she does.

It’s not long before she catches voices. Female. Something about ‘unwell’ and ‘alright?’, both words that catch the healers ear. He may not be the sort for the Edge, but it doesn’t matter to her. Her job is to heal, and she’ll do that without thought to anything else. She turns course, making her way toward where she thinks the mares are. What she finds are two mares standing over a collapsed stallion. She doesn’t pay much mind to the mares, nodding briefly, but making her way over to the stallion. He’s actually rather impressive, all gold with curly hair and a stunning green scarf. But she’s not paying attention to this either.

Instead, she’s looking at the cracked lips on the stallion, thinking of the miserable sun and wondering just where this stallion came from. The land outside Helovia is not all that forgiving. In the end, it doesn’t entirely matter what’s wrong with him, because she can heal it enough to live. But still, after that, she’ll have to attend to his needs so he doesn’t just pass back out. “Dehydration, I think,” she says, sort of to the mares around, sort of to herself. As she’s speaking, she summons the now somewhat familiar healing power. A light wind ruffles the grass and the small plants around them, a dark mist rolling in from nowhere. It won’t solve his need for water completely, but the magic should hydrate him enough to get the lad to a river. Because of course, she doesn’t have a little jar with her to bring the water to him.

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