so i listen to the    wind for an answer

He is a presence she never expected to love quite as much as she does. Not in the way Raeden loves him, certainly – there’s no comparing that sort of bond or the sort of love a parent has for their child – but more than as another member of the Edge that she’s simply taking care of. His tears tugs at her heart, even though she knows they are entirely normal and, in this particular instance, quite warranted. But she wants to comfort him, wants to see that smile and that child-like excitement. His joy is infectious, and she finds it impossible not to want to bring him all the joy she possibly can.

As the mist and the wind die away, his awe is obvious. He gets to his feel quickly, and she’s glad to see that he’s able to stand easily. There’s also the possibility that the magic left a few things to mend underneath the skin as well. It shouldn’t, but it’s still a somewhat new power to her, and she’s never completely sure she wields it as effectively as she could. But perhaps she does, because he seems relatively fine beside the scar on his leg, and the blood that they need to wash away.

His excitement washes over him, like he’s forgotten about the large chunk of skin that was very recently missing from his leg. Instead he bounces around, eager to learn and help. Lyanna’s smile widens, a twinkle in her teal eyes. “I’d love to show you,” she says. Tilney has Ultima for a student, Evangaline has her warrior girl, and Lyanna? Well, now it seems Lyanna has Gawen.

Before she can say anything else, Raeden joins though. Lyanna’s not surprised – mother’s never are far away. She gives the mare a nod and a smile. She doesn’t answer for Gawen, letting him answer his mother’s question himself. After all, it’s the only way he can learn. She never did understand parents that answered for their children. Elaborating, yes. But not the initial answer. “Think nothing of it,” she says easily, meaning it. Yes, it’s her job to keep the herd healthy and as safe as she can, but she would never leave a child in pain. She’d want the same if she ever had children. The Edge is it’s own family – rather extended and large – but still.

“It’s seems Gawen might have an interest in healing, though. If you’d both like, perhaps a trip to the gardens? And then I’ll give you some mother and son time without an herb lesson,” she says with a laugh. She’s sure Raeden wants to see her son while she’s here – the mare, like Lyanna, has a job to perform for the herd as well, and only so much free time. But still, if Gawen wants to learn about healing, Lyanna wants to give him a little taste before she departs.

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