i am a leaf on the wind

She is beginning to recognize the voice that calls them together. From where she is, deep in the forest where the winter winds can barely reach her, she cannot fly to join the group. It would be the fastest way, certainly, but there is nowhere to takeoff within the dense copse of trees. She can hardly stretch her wings without knocking into at least a handful of trees, so instead, she picks up an easy trot. She’s spent so much time in the forest lately that she feels comfortable enough with the place to move through somewhat quickly, slowing in places where the roots are dense and the footing slightly more dangerous.

 
As she steps through a complex root network, she can’t help but remember Apollo. The way he so carefully placed his feet, glancing back to make sure she had been behind him. The Edge may be her home now, and she is growing fond of it, but she thinks there were always be something special about the deep forest. Something that calls to her in a way only Morham had. Before that part of her life had been ripped away.
 
She spots the group gathering as the trees thin. The wind out of the forest is bitter, and Lyanna pulls her wings tightly to her side. Oh, how she misses being able to control the wind. She could have simply stopped this nonsense. But that was no longer the case, and mourning the loss of her power would not make it return. So instead, she does her best to remember that though she cannot control it anymore, the wind has always been her element. It clears the mist out here, and she spots Elsa beside the Elephant King.
 
She hasn’t seen the mare since the Threshold, but the smile that comes to her lips is full of thanks. Elsa had given her a place to start over, without asking anything of her. But Lyanna doubted she’d be leaving anytime soon. There’s a copper stallion with horns already there, and she catches the tail end of his bow and his words. Lyanna, apparently, has failed somewhat in this. She’s always greeted Tembovu (who at this point, she has seen on more than one occasion), somewhat informally.
 
Old habits die hard, she supposes. She’s still used to the King and Queen being Mom and Dad. She’d rarely had to bow to her own parents, except now and again for certain events. And even then, it was more of a polite nod. She’s slowed to a walk by now, and stops a respectful distance away, dipping her head in the direction of Elsa and Tembovu. For her part, she remains silent, knowing she has nothing to add here. Instead, she is simply curious to finally see all the members of the Edge and to hear what’s coming 

watch how i soar.

lyanna