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let the winds erase me,
like the memory of a kiss
Sometimes she misses the days she could control the magic. The loss of her power has been one of the few things she generally doesn’t miss. It’s strange some days not to control the wind as she once did, but she has largely grown used to this change. It is easier to stomach the loss of magic than the loss of her family. That doesn’t seem to get much easier, doesn’t seem to stop being something that plagues her almost daily.
She is almost glad of the excuse to throw herself into more clearing. It is hard, tiring work. The sort of work that pulls the ghosts from her mind and leaves her too tired to let them come back. She enjoys, in a strange way, the exhaustion that comes with accomplishment. She is not the first to the cliff. There are three dragons, only two of which she vaguely recognizes. The new Seer, The Mountain that Knows. They are her companions, anyway, if Lyanna recalls correctly. She isn’t entirely sure if the third dragon is The Mountain herself, or another companion she doesn’t know.
But there are no other horses around yet, and she can’t imagine companions are here entirely alone. So she nickers in greeting, offering a simple, “Hello, I’m Lyanna,” before setting herself into work. These sort of tasks are the ones where she misses her magic though. Because it would be really helpful to just use a few large wind gusts to clear the debris. They’d be done in a few minutes rather than what looks like at least a few hours. In the middle of Tallsun.
But she sets to work, using her wings to scoop small debris and carry it away into a pile. For larger rocks and braches and logs she uses her head or teeth as necessary, pushing and dragging at the bigger objects. It’s exhausting work, and she disappears frequently to get water, making sure to keep herself hydrated. She debates cheating, calling on the healing magic to just keep her energized, but she can’t bring herself to do it. That’s not the point of her magic, really. And certainly not the point of this task. So she keeps working, black coat quickly becoming drenched in sweat, ghosts fleeing her tired mind.
lyanna
let these waters takes me
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