i am a leaf on the wind

She is hardly the first to arrive. In fact, it seems like Lyanna is late to this particular party (though this isn’t surprising, she still knows so little of what she should be doing). Though she wasn’t late today because she was off in the Threshold or anything so useful. No, she was late because she’d been back in the Deep Forest, lost in thought, milling around the pond where she’d first met Apollo.
 
By what could only be a sheer stroke of luck, she’d manage to find a chain and affix the red ruby he’d given to her to it, and it now dangled around her neck. She was, however, not used to putting in jewelry without someone else’s aid, and it must have been a hilarious sight to watch her. Necklace dangling from a wing, neck and head bent and improbably angled as she stuck her head though.
 
Thankfully though, no one had seen that wonderful display of grace. And now, as she returns to the Edge, the ruby is comfortable nestled against her black chest. The chain is small, and the ruby hardly huge, but she does like it. It feels oddly comforting to have some jewelry back, a little bit more like the mare she was, instead of the mare she has become.
 
The sound of voices alerts her to the gathering as she wanders through the forest of the edge. She catches a few words here and there, emerging into the clearing where the group is gathered as Glasgow says something about decorating the wall. Lyanna, for the most part, is just trying to figure out what’s going on, but it doesn’t take too long to catch on. Both horses and companions alike are dotted with various warm colored stains, a piece of glass on the ground nearby, painting with feathers and flowers.
 
She smiles slightly, taking another step to get herself fully out of the trees. The only one here she knows by name is Tembovu. The rest she’s seen in passing, but hasn’t met yet. “Mind if I join you?” she says with a light, easy smile. “Lyanna,” she adds, because she has no idea who anyone is, and certainly, they don’t know her either. 
 
She waits a moment to hear any other introductions, and then sets about collecting supplies. She finds a piece of glass as well, and begins smashing the different berries on leaves, staining her hoof a variety of colors. Ah well. It’ll fade, eventually. Besides, her idea involves more staining anyway. After she’s come up with a variety of colors (not quite all the colors she needs, but enough to make the point), she unfurls a wing, dipping the tips of a few successive feathers into the different colors. When she puts her wing to the glass, she sweeps it across the glass, creating a rainbow. Well, part of a rainbow. She’s missing a few key colors, like yellow and green. But close enough.
 
Kicking a bit of dirt into the darkest purple color she has, she swirls it together, trying to darken the paint some more. When it’s sufficiently brown, she dips a feather (not hers, this time, but rather one Glasgow had collected) into the paint and begins to work on the outline of a cliff. She’s not the world’s greatest artist, but she thinks that hopefully it’ll be enough to get the point across. 

watch how i soar.

lyanna