so i listen to the    wind for an answer

There seems to be quite a few new babies in the Edge now. First Arah and Tilney’s child, though Lyanna hadn’t gone to that particular birth. By the time she’d found out, she figured there was already quite the crowd and with Tilney a Doctor, she wasn’t worried about making sure there was a healer present. And Raeden she honestly didn’t know about (actually there are probably quite a few others she doesn’t know about, they need a list so she can keep track) They didn’t talk really, didn’t have much of a reason to interact, and so Lyanna hadn’t seen the mare recently enough to know to keep tabs on her. Maybe at the meeting, but she’d been distracted with Orithia and Arah and you know, everything else going on. Yea, let’s just leave that one at that.

So honestly, it’s by sheer luck that she finds Raeden and the foal. Okay, maybe not entirely luck, maybe more due to the fact that she really likes flying off the cliff. She can’t really fly in the kingdom, given all the trees. But it’s rather easy to take off from the cliff, and easy enough to land in the clearing that exists in the area. So that’s exactly what she’s up to today. Flying. Despite the heat and the blistering sun and whatever else. Why? Because it’s what she does. It’s the thing that makes her feel like herself.

Though in truth, she’s starting to just feel like herself. Like she has a place here, like this version of her life is the one she was always meant to live.

The smell of birth, something she’s vaguely familiar with, and a voice catches her attention as she lands. She turns course, trying to find the mare in question, moving slowly to make sure she doesn’t interrupt anything. But her timing seems to be good (for once). The mare is on her feet, and she catches sight of the foal trying to stand as well. She nickers slightly, pausing for a moment to make sure they know she’s there before approaching any closer.

”He’s beautiful,” she ways with a smile, looking at the boy who, from a cursory glance, seems to be healthy. “I’m Lyanna, one of the Moon Doctors.” She waits a beat, making sure the mare is fine with her presence, before considering going closer. “What’s his name?” she asks, taking a closer peek at the boy. He seems fine, really, just unsteady on his feet. As he should be. “And how are you feeling?” It looks like Raedan was doing rather well, all things considered. Not too much blood, she was standing well enough. But still, Lyanna wants to check. Because she can help, if needed. She was growing more used to the magic, but still, having some wind power back was like heaven to her. She honestly enjoyed using it, and more so when the situation wasn’t dire.

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