so i listen to the    wind for an answer

She is not the first to arrive, which isn’t all that shocking really. Lyanna hasn’t been around as much as usual lately. Why? No particular reason – she simply felt restless. Like she’d been trapped with a cliff at her back and trees blocking the sky for far too long. Not that she was trapped at all. She came and went from the Edge with relative frequency, and loved both the cliff (yes, cliff diving is rather fun) and the misty forest. No, she’s beginning to think it’s remnant of her own grief, the way her mind has learned to cope with the loss of everything. Because she was never the restless sort before – but now…well now, sometimes, she simply needed to wander.

Though she always popped in and out of the Edge to make sure things were okay, that she wasn’t needed. And today, thankfully, she pops in at least in time to hear the call. Though others are gathered by the time she arrives, she still catching Alysanne’s words. And the news is not good news. She hadn’t noticed, honestly, that the spotted stallion wasn’t among them. But nor had she been around enough to notice, which was her own failing. She felt the shame of that burn slightly, but she says nothing for now, listening as Tembovu gives them yet more bad news.

And this new – oh, how disheartening it is. Yes, the disappearance of Mauja was not something she took lightly. But a child? Her heart lurches a bit at this noise, and she offers Tembovu a nod that affirms she will help look for him. She could, if nothing else, put her restlessness to good use for the herd.

There were others there, some who spoke and others who did not. She watches them, noting that Ros is in the group now. And a face she does not recognize – one she would remember, had she ever met him before. He looks like he belongs to the Moon and the night, not that that necessarily means he does (or that he doesn’t). Erthe is the next to speak, her words wise as always despite her young age, though suddenly she notices the black stallion as well and shrieks. Lyanna moves through the group at that, coming to the side of her chilly (literally) friend with a soft nicker.

Lyanna stays close to the girl’s side, less for protection and more just for comfort, and really, because she has only a few friends in this world. She remains silent, trying to keep up with whatever else is going on. Faces she doesn’t know, more news of Maude’s mother disappearing also. She stifles a sigh and a quiet oh, though the urge leaves exhaling a breath that is slightly too sharp. Oh, indeed.  

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