so i listen to the    wind for an answer

She’s glad it’s a small meeting to start, because she already feels out of place, even though she shouldn’t. It’s entirely her place and more importantly, her duty and responsibility to the herd, to call a meeting. It’s just hard to imagine being on the calling end instead of the receiving end. Sure, she’s attended plenty of meetings and even helped Tilney run a few healer meetings, but Tilney had always called them.  She can no longer pretend that responsibility doesn’t sit on her shoulders though, and so, with the day early but not too early, and the temperature cold but not too cold, she sent out.

Lyanna doesn’t go quite to the tent and the usual meeting spot, figuring that is more for entire herd meetings than just a small group of them. Instead she’s within sightline of the tent and the clearing, though a little closer to the trees, in a place that looks more suitable to small group meetings. She’s not entirely sure how to call just the crafters, so she just lets out a whinny and then follows it with, “Crafters, if you will!” Then, she waits.

[INSERT CHARACTERS ARRIVING]

The group isn’t large, but she doesn’t expect there too be too many. She hopes, of course, for a few new faces, though doesn’t get her hopes up either. Life in the Edge without Tembovu just felt wrong, and where the flocked in before, she feared they might start flocking out. Now, however, is not the time for such worries. Instead she smiles as they approach, nodding and chatting until it seems there are no more.

She debates being formal for a moment, but she can’t bring herself to do it. It’s a small group of horses she knows, really, and she’d rather just cut to the chase. “As you know, Graasvoel has left his position as Glazier,” she begins, eyes drifting to Dragomir. Poor man, getting singled out twice, not that Lyanna had been privy to the unspoken conversation when Alysanne had done the same thing to him in the herd meeting. “Dragomir, you are more than qualified, and Alysanne and I were hoping you’d be willing to serve the Edge as a Glazier.” She stops there, waiting to make sure he is, in fact, amenable to the idea of taking up the vacant spot.  

When he has answered, she turns her attention back to the group, small though it may be. “We’d also like to see things being crafted each season. If we have no need for glass, but need other items from the other herds, we can try to setup some trades. If you have no ideas, make small things like knives or jars, things we can trade or give away to members of the herd. But I’d also love to talk about any ideas and suggestions you guys have as well.” She falls silent, feeling like she’s rambling and entirely out of place. What does she know about crafting? Only what Glasgow had done and Lyanna had witnessed, and little else. She could learn though, and she was here to help, whatever that meant.

lyanna