so i listen to the    wind for an answer

She’d been out flying today, with no real purpose in mind. She’d just needed to get out of the Edge, stretch her wings, and take a few moments away from thoughts of herbs and plants and more scrapped knees than she cares to count. Not that she doesn’t like her job. Oh, she does. She loves feeling useful, like she might actually belong in this second home that has become simply home. But still, sometimes you just needed a break. Besides, she hadn’t looked for Apollo in far too long, and it seemed like it might be time for her to go on her pathetic little searching party.

She doesn’t expect to find him. And 9 times out of 10, she doesn’t. The two have only crossed paths just as many times – that is to say, two. But still, he always lingers in her thoughts. She can’t help but wonder how he is, and what he might be doing, and if he thinks of her half as often as she thinks of him. Which is also ridiculous, they have met twice, and she doesn’t dwell on him. But still, her thoughts drift.

A booming voice is what brings her to the Isles though. She had not been planning to come here, though then again, she really hadn’t been planning to go anywhere. She’d just planned to fly today. By now, you’d think she’d know better than to respond to the weird things that happen in Helovia. Nothing good ever seems to come out of them, except the moon horn around her neck. Yet she can’t help it – curiosity killed the cat and all.

She makes her way through the sky quickly, the words “you have no idea how long I’ve waiting to meet you,” drifting on the wind for her to catch. When she finds the source, there’s already a crowd there. Not that this surprises her. Strange things always bring crowds. A familiar black and white form is already there, and a few others she vaguely recognizes. She lands some distance away, walking the rest of the way in and settling near Alysanne with a smile and nod toward her and Anzanie. She can’t help but notice that Alysanne is entirely dry, and she wiggles her wings just slightly with a questioning raise of her eyes to her Queen and friend.

She turns her attention to the creature after though, because really, that is why they are here. She gives him a nod as well, offering “A pleasure to meet you,” even though they have not really properly met. But she doesn’t feel like offering names is really why this sea creature is here. He doesn’t look like anything Lyanna’s ever heard of before, let alone seen. He simply looks like something thrown together from bits and pieces of the sea and all the things below the waves. What did he want with them? Ah, always the question around here. And so she waits to find out.

lyanna