Their first meeting hadn’t gone quite as planned, but that seems inevitable when a large collection of horses end up together. It’s hard to get something accomplished, with everyone wanting a piece of the pie, so to speak. She wouldn’t mind leaving the pie to someone else entirely. She’d only wanted to come to meet with the Throat’s healers, and had hoped to get approval from the Sultan and Sultana when she had come. Instead, now she came wearing a much different cap, with a different purpose. Though she still hoped to linger and get to finally talk with Astarot.

She finds Yael early in the morning, knowing her golden friend too wished to seek approval to return and visit with those who had stories to share. It is, in a way, part of what Lyanna comes to ask today. A bigger version of what Yael and she had originally sought. With Kaos’s presence becoming ever more tangible, they would need one another more than ever. Even without him, she hoped to open the doors between herds, to better all of Helovia. Oceans and mountains and glass spikes had closed them off from danger, but also from one another.

The two make the trip to the Throat together, and she’s glad for the company and the small group. Not that there had been many from the Edge before, adding only Tembovu to the list. Though she enjoys her time with her golden friend, she would prefer Tembovu be here as well, simply because that would mean he was still King. It would mean that she was not Queen. Not the one expected to have the right words, or the right ideas, or the ability to know when someone else had the right idea. She felt like a fish out of water, despite her upbringing.

They make it to the Throat in good time (there are perks to traveling with winged companions), settling in on the opposite shore of the island. Lyanna lets out a call for any that would greet them, hoping to find Volterra and Amphere before a swarm of others came to join. She knew how unlikely that was though, having been privy to many diplomatic meetings in her lifetime. They tended to attract a crowd. With that, she settles in to wait, her mind focused on keeping the nerves out of her face. She is glad of her upbringing in this, at least, the mask of polite calm something she finds comfortable, despite the butterflies doing acrobatics in her stomach.