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let the winds erase me,
like the memory of a kiss
Tallsun has been hot, but she finds that the heat doesn’t really bother her. Not to say she doesn’t feel hot. She does. Her coat is often even darker with sweat, and she keeps to the shade or, if it’s not too brutal a day, takes to the sky where the air is cooler if she can go high enough. Or she finds the heat to be a really great excuse to go herb gathering in the north. But it doesn’t bother her to spend her days trying to stay cool, because it’s better than how she always seems to feel during Frostfall. She hopes, this year, that perhaps the ghosts won’t follow her so much through the snow, but she’s not banking on it. The past two have hurt, something about the cold reminding her of when she came here, and therefore, of everything she’d left behind.
The heat chases away her ghosts. Corbin’s voice doesn’t seem to follow her, and when it does come, there’s something pleasant and reassuring about it instead. So while her mood stays high, she keeps herself busy, often roaming the Edge lately, feeling like she hasn’t spent much time with the members here. It was too easy to lose entire days tending to the garden and the greenhouse, and though she certainly should spend time there, perhaps not all of her time.
The day was growing late when she spots Mesec near the meeting spot, and she nickers in greeting as she makes her way over to the now familiar face. “Mesec,” she calls in a friendly greeting, closing the distance between them. She turns her attention to find Lyra with a smile as well, nodding to the kitsune. “Lyra.” She’s still pretty sure other companions have no idea what she’s saying, but the point usually gets across somehow.
“Am I interrupting, or would you care for some company?” she asks, turning her attention back to the black stallion. She doesn’t want to intrude, but he is hanging out in the herd’s meeting space, which makes her think he’s probably up to something. Or at least not looking for solitude. But she wants to make sure, because some habits die hard, after all. Or they just don’t die at all.
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