i am a leaf on the wind

She really is thankful for Birdsong, because flying in the cold really is miserable. Not that it stops her from flying. Probably should, she’ll catch her death of the cold in that sky one day, but she loves it too much to stop. Still, it’s nice to have warm air again, growing warm enough to almost be summer. She’s been marking the passage of time by the seasons. One down, another almost gone. Practically half a year in Helovia, longer than that since she felt Morham.
 
No, don’t think about that. Nothing good ever comes from thinking about that.
 
So she doesn’t. And honestly, she probably would have been pulled out of that train of thought by the COOEE!! that echoes through the forest. She’s been here a good bit. There’s always someone new, and there’s always something strange. But this, still, is new. And, curiosity getting the better of her, she lands outside the trees, tucking her wings to her side and weaving through the forest toward the source of the sound.
 
She doesn’t know what she expects. But whatever it was she thought she mind find, it was not a stallion with hindquarters of…of what? Honestly, she has no idea. Morham had nothing like this (Morham had nothing like most of Helovia, though). But even Helovia hadn’t shown her quite this sort of creature yet. She really wants to ask, but it seems rude.
 
So instead, she nods, a smile on her lips, the kind that reaches to her eyes. She is good at this, at coming here and trying to give people a place to live. Even if she’s bad at actually living the life she’s offering out, that’s nothing to do with the Edge and everything to do with her. “Hello. I’m Lyanna. Was that you calling?” She asks, a bit of a laugh on her lips, still amused by the sound. Another thing she couldn’t recall ever hearing before. Ah, but there was a first time for everything.
 
Particularly here. This place would probably never stop surprising her.

watch how i soar.

lyanna

i am a leaf on the wind

She really is thankful for Birdsong, because flying in the cold really is miserable. Not that it stops her from flying. Probably should, she’ll catch her death of the cold in that sky one day, but she loves it too much to stop. Still, it’s nice to have warm air again, growing warm enough to almost be summer. She’s been marking the passage of time by the seasons. One down, another almost gone. Practically half a year in Helovia, longer than that since she felt Morham.
 
No, don’t think about that. Nothing good ever comes from thinking about that.
 
So she doesn’t. And honestly, she probably would have been pulled out of that train of thought by the COOEE!! that echoes through the forest. She’s been here a good bit. There’s always someone new, and there’s always something strange. But this, still, is new. And, curiosity getting the better of her, she lands outside the trees, tucking her wings to her side and weaving through the forest toward the source of the sound.
 
She doesn’t know what she expects. But whatever it was she thought she mind find, it was not a stallion with hindquarters of…of what? Honestly, she has no idea. Morham had nothing like this (Morham had nothing like most of Helovia, though). But even Helovia hadn’t shown her quite this sort of creature yet. She really wants to ask, but it seems rude.
 
So instead, she nods, a smile on her lips, the kind that reaches to her eyes. She is good at this, at coming here and trying to give people a place to live. Even if she’s bad at actually living the life she’s offering out, that’s nothing to do with the Edge and everything to do with her. “Hello. I’m Lyanna. Was that you calling?” She asks, a bit of a laugh on her lips, still amused by the sound. Another thing she couldn’t recall ever hearing before. Ah, but there was a first time for everything.
 
Particularly here. This place would probably never stop surprising her.

watch how i soar.

lyanna

i am a leaf on the wind

She can’t help that laugh that escapes when he speaks. It’s a pleasant laugh, pleased and cheerful and a hint surprised, as he rocks back on his tail and winks. “That,” she says, nodding toward his tail, “seems like a very handy skill.” She flicks her own tail, white and teal, as if to point out how terribly useless it is for anything besides swatting away the flies. The teal is also a reminder of everything she has lost – all of her family had the teal tips – but no one quite needs to know that.

“I imagine flies make terrible company. I’ll do my best to be slightly more entertaining,” she offers, but she doesn’t get any further before they’re approached by another. Not that this is really shocking. That seems to be the way in the Threshold – moths swarming to the light. She’d had three come to her when she’d been new (two from the same place, though), and she’d never one been the only other horse to approach someone in the Threshold.

The newest member of their now-trio is black and white, with all sorts of various markings that make her think he’s probably been around here for some time. But then again, all manner of creatures find their way here, so who really knew. His eyes, she notices, are pure black, and it’s impossible to tell where he’s looking. It’s slightly unsettling, honestly, but she doesn’t let it show.

He seems nice enough after all, his greeting pleasant. “It is,” she says, when he confirms their names. She offers a small, polite nod (ah, ever the Princess, so unable to shake that habit). Two dragons mill about his legs, and it’s not long before he introduces them as well, continuing on to offer them information. “Less than a year in Helovia and the World’s Edge,” she says to him, pausing here and turning her attention to Banj to add, “one of the herds in Helovia.” Because once, she had no clue what the World’s Edge would have been either.

“I don’t know if I’ve learned all the twists and turns this place seems to hold. I think I’ve just brushed the surface.” She chuckles slightly. In truth, she probably has a million questions, but none that seem pertinent to this particular conversation. She knows the herds and the lands and the general way of things here, which seems like a good place to start if Banj is, as she suspects, new. Instead, she turns to Banj with a curious look on her face, waiting to see if he has any questions of his own.

watch how i soar.

lyanna