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09-04-2016, 01:21 PM
so i listen to the wind for an answer
She has always loved forests, despite the wings on her back. The two did not really go hand in hand, because she also loved to fly. Here though, she had found the best of both worlds. She could launch herself off the cliff and take to the sky easily, returning that way when she chose. But she could also get lost in the misty forests of the Edge, the trees caressing her back with their long, spindly fingers. So much like Morham, except somewhere along the way, the trees in the Edge became home, and Morham a distant memory. She would never forget her home, her family, but at least, she had begun to feel like her life wasn’t over.
She’s on her way back from the Threshold, flying in via the cliffs because at least the breeze in the sky was better than getting eaten alive by flies on the ground. Either place still left her getting broiled by the sun. Being black really did not help that matter. Her coat absorbed the heat, and she missed Erthe’s cool touch. It was like hanging out on an iceberg, and it was amazing.
The Edge is just starting to come into view when she sees someone plunging off the cliff. The mare is pretty easy to spot, being purple and gold. Though Lyanna doesn’t see wings at first, though after a moment, the faint outline of them appears. She hears a familiar, deep voice, calling down off the cliff. Only Tembovu could be heard from one part of the cliff to the next, she thinks, a smile slipping onto her face. She comes in closer to the cliff, enough to give Tembovu a nod. Something of a silent, I’ll go get her, look in her eyes, before she folds her wings and dives down the cliff.
A laugh escapes her lips, because like the new mare (she must be new, Lyanna would remember this one from a meeting if she’d been around that long), flying is everying. Flying is a freedom that she cannot explain or replace. Lyanna levels out as she nears the water, steering her course to catch up with the mare. “Hello,” she calls, loudly enough to be heard over the wind and the waves, but not nearly as loud as Tembovu had to call. “Lyanna,” she adds, offering her name and a smile. “I see you’ve found the best flying place we offer.”
She’s on her way back from the Threshold, flying in via the cliffs because at least the breeze in the sky was better than getting eaten alive by flies on the ground. Either place still left her getting broiled by the sun. Being black really did not help that matter. Her coat absorbed the heat, and she missed Erthe’s cool touch. It was like hanging out on an iceberg, and it was amazing.
The Edge is just starting to come into view when she sees someone plunging off the cliff. The mare is pretty easy to spot, being purple and gold. Though Lyanna doesn’t see wings at first, though after a moment, the faint outline of them appears. She hears a familiar, deep voice, calling down off the cliff. Only Tembovu could be heard from one part of the cliff to the next, she thinks, a smile slipping onto her face. She comes in closer to the cliff, enough to give Tembovu a nod. Something of a silent, I’ll go get her, look in her eyes, before she folds her wings and dives down the cliff.
A laugh escapes her lips, because like the new mare (she must be new, Lyanna would remember this one from a meeting if she’d been around that long), flying is everying. Flying is a freedom that she cannot explain or replace. Lyanna levels out as she nears the water, steering her course to catch up with the mare. “Hello,” she calls, loudly enough to be heard over the wind and the waves, but not nearly as loud as Tembovu had to call. “Lyanna,” she adds, offering her name and a smile. “I see you’ve found the best flying place we offer.”
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@Luciérnaga and @Tembovu - hope you don't mind Lyanna joining, but she can't resist flying.
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