so i listen to the    wind for an answer

She can’t help but wonder what it must be like to open your eyes to find misty darkness crawling over your body like a living thing. She knows what’s happening, of course. Knows that despite the rather ominous look to the trait, it actually heals. But the stallion that’s nearly passed out on the ground certainly doesn’t have a clue. And her fault, but she did sort of fail to fill him in. Though in her defense, she wasn’t sure if he’d hear, and she didn’t want to waste time. Lyanna’s still rather new to being a doctor, and she isn’t entirely good at judging how long someone has until something kills them. So she’d rather just jump to the important part and save them.

Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to mind too much. Maybe the mist feels good? Maybe it makes its intentions known. She honestly has no idea, because she’s never had to use it on herself. After a moment, he looks to the other two mares, making a comment about their career in healing. A joke? She’s not sure that it is though. It seems, perhaps, just to be a bit mean.  But she doesn’t know this stallion well enough to figure out what he means by it, so instead she smiles slighty, simply adding. “Everyone has their strengths. I’m Lyanna.”

He is a really impressive stallion, even moreso now that he’s on his feet. Though his beauty is almost feminine, like gender lines just don’t quite define him. But she doesn’t have long to think about it, because the filly is also talking now, saying she’s a Weaver for the Basin. If she thought anything of the stallion comment, she doesn’t show it. Instead she takes it with a wink and a joke of her own, which Lyanna finds impressive for someone so young. Well, actually, she simply finds it impressive. Not everyone had social skills.

The stallion wobbles though, and the girl offers him a shoulder to lean on. Lyanna moves around to the other side, though keeps a respectful distance. He seems to be doing better, but in truth, she’s not worried about what he’d like in a home yet. “Not to be the debby downer of the party, but you still need water. The magic will only go so far. But come, there’s a river not too far.” She pauses for a moment, waiting to make sure the stallion was agreeable to this plan. But of course, if he wanted to live, he’d probably go get some water.

“Eldala, would you mind helping?” She asks, because the girl seems to be doing a pretty good job as a nurse. “Seems to me you do far more than make garments,” she says, a grin on her face and a twinkle in her eye. Her own attempt at a joke. Maybe not the funniest– she never was the funniest – but it is at least obviously well intentioned.

lyanna