i am a leaf on the wind

They are alike in at least one way. Perhaps the only way that matters, when your life has been so thoroughly shaped by the power that used to flow in your veins. She had known without testing when the wind was taken from her. The world fell silent when she crossed into the Threshold, the whispers on the wind dead in the air to her now. Her veins felt empty, tired and sad. Losing her brother and her parents had placed a few holes in her heart, but losing the wind was like losing herself.

Lyanna is quite sane though, all things considered. She’s good at smiling, at pretending to be okay, at acting like nothing at all had happened. Rather, she’s just a mare that stumbled on Helovia and decided to call it home. But perhaps, if she dwells on it at all, losing the wind is the reason she cannot fully find a way to fit in. When you don’t even know yourself, it’s somewhat impossible to help others come to know you as well.

Perhaps it is why she wanders through the skies so often, using the currents of the wind to glide above the oceans and forests and meadows. It doesn’t matter to her that the chill of Frostfall is two-fold here. She flies anyway, imagining she’s moving the currents to her benefits. She’s not, of course. Once upon a time, she could have. Once upon a time, she could have just stopped the winter winds from touching her at all.

A chink sound pulls her out of her memories, teal eyes suddenly alert to exactly what was going on below her. A horse (a mare, she thinks, but it’s impossible to tell from this height) in the snow below catches her eye, and she glides on the wind, debating dropping to the earth to make sure all is well and simply going on, keeping to herself and the only place where she can be one with the wind.

But habit is a hard thing to break, and she lands, knowing it’s the right thing to do. She lands some distance away, figuring it’s rude to just drop right in front of another horse. By the time she’s made her way through the snow to the source of the sound, the mare is laying in the snow with an egg. The first time Lyanna had seen such an egg, she had no idea what it was. Now she knows that at least some of them turn into companions. There could be others that don’t, certainly, and she has no way of knowing that. But some definitely do. That’d been one of her first adventures in Helovia, after all. A strange rat man and his two eggs.

“Hello,” she offers, nodding her head and stopping a respectful distance away. “I’m Lyanna. I heard a sound and wanted to make sure everything was okay.” Though it seems obvious now that everything is perfectly (well, mostly, the mare is lying in the freezing snow) fine. Still, she figures she might as well have some reason for intruding.  

watch how i soar.

lyanna