i am a leaf on the wind

The creature is an impatient thing, shouting once more for them to come. He unclenches his hands, sweat glistening on his palms, before placing them on his hips and tapping his foot. But his face doesn’t match his actions, the grin growing wider and wider as more horses come.
 
She’s hardly even noticed the other horses. The rat-man has captivated her attention. Morham had been rather, well, boring, compared to Helovia. There was no other word for it. She wasn’t sure if the anxiety swimming in her stomach was longing for her boring, familiar home. Or if it was excitement about everything happening here. Or both.
 
There’s quite the group here now, and she pulls her eyes away from the creature long enough to look over the group. Not that she expects to recognize anyone, but just to see the various equines that had gathered. She’s hardly skimmed through the gathering before the rat man speaks again though. Now then! he begins. Her head snaps back in his direction, tossing a few teal strands of forelock into her eyes.
 
She shakes the hair from her face as he tells them they are going to play a game. Her stomach lurches. What kind of game? But she stays calm and composed on the outside; face a mask of polite interest and curiosity. A game to reveal everything about her? Well, that seems impossible. But then again, she would have told you this rat creature was impossible if you'd asked her a day ago.
 
The two eggs disappear from the slapdash carnival booth. One of them reappears, hovering in front of the group. At least, it looks like the same egg that had just been in the tent, though she has no real way of knowing. He tells them they can keep the egg before them, or pick the thing under the cloth. A cloth floats in the air before him, bending in the shape of an egg. But she has no idea what's beneath that cloth. Perhaps it was just a cloth.
 
A few horses pick before her. One chooses the cloth, another the egg. The third stallion to speak picks a choice that wasn’t laid out before them. She can’t blame him, because it seems like a viable option. Perhaps that second egg is somewhere else. But in the end, she knows what choice she wants to make. Maybe it’s too obvious to be right, but she'll go with her gut anyway.
 
She guesses that most of the horses around her know what’s in the egg, but Lyanna has no clue. And she wants to know. It’s not that she doesn’t trust that there might be an egg beneath the cloth. It's not that she's grasping for what looks like the easiest prize (looks can be deceiving, after all). It’s not that she doesn’t want to take a risk (she has no idea what she’s gaining or losing). She just wants to know what’s in the egg. “I choose the egg.”

watch how i soar.

lyanna