Her gaze flickered across the familiar horizon, no longer feeling the bewilderment she had the first few months she lived here. The lights were like a familiar blanket as it crossed the sky – covering her gilded pelt with beautiful hues of greens, pinks, and purples as it melded in with the navy coloring of the earth. She loved it here, with how beautiful it was. And it just seemed to reinforce the words she had given Thranduil of how despite the trauma they had experienced, that the world continued to spin. It was comforting, almost, seeing the world continue to shift and change despite things that made one feel life altering. Perhaps things weren’t as permanent as they seemed.

“Hello!” Her attention gets pulled away by an unfamiliar voice. Azure orbs slipped across the earth to land on a beautiful Pegasus in hues of ebony, ivory, and teal. Rexanna offered the mare a kind smile, crossing the gap between the two of them before Lyanna continued to speak. The Thief dipped her head to the woman in a more formal type of greeting. “Lyanna! It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Rexanna.” Her voice was soft and kind, honest. She waited a few moments to see if any of the others that had gathered were interested in the conversation before returning her gaze to the mare of the Edge. “Thank you for coming, I hope the trek from the Edge to here wasn’t too bad this Orangemoon.” It was partially a question – partially wondering if it had been easy to make it here and what had been taking Tembovu so long to appear. She was sure he was coming – he just had to.

Yet, the gilded mare’s attention slipped from her acquaintance as Marembo tugged at her mane. The polecat squeaked and writhed with excitement. Immediately her gaze found Haldir and her smile grew brighter. “Oh Haldir! Welcome.” She exclaimed, lowering her head to greet the cerndyr – in an act of greeting as well as allowing Marembo to slip from the Thief’s neck onto Haldir if he so wished. The polecat was far too excited about seeing his friend in a happier time, and Rexanna found it hard to contain the happiness that settled in her breast as she saw the herd come to life with the event. Part of her still wanted to ask the little cerndyr if Thranduil was around – but knew the better answer to that. He more than likely was here, slinking in the shadows, observing like he seemed to do. And she hoped that she might stumble across the Laurelin once again.

Though her attention returned to Lyanna, despite the traveling thoughts of Thranduil. She had guests here, to please and show them that the Basin wasn’t as terrible as they may have heard. “Are you enjoying the festival?” She asked gently, replacing the smile across her lips.

"Talk."

I’ve become a simple souvenir of someone’s kill

And like the sea—

I’m constantly changing from calm to ill.

Rexanna