i am a leaf on the wind

Perhaps it was fate that she left the forests of Morham only to stumble into the forests of the Threshold. Perhaps it was simply likely, because it’s hardly like there aren’t a million forests in the world. She suspects it was simply likely that she’d start and end in similar places. The Threshold wasn’t her forest though, and the differences would always be stark. On the very surface of it, perhaps they weren’t so different either. The trees were sparse in places in both, sunlight filtering in through the cracks in the trees. But there were places to hide, deep in the shadows as well. A little bit of everything.

But the trees were different and the smells were different and the stars are different. She’s come too far for the things that made home home to still be present. Though in the last year, she’s grown used to the Threshold. It’s a place she visits often, wanting to offer those that needed a new start the same chance she’d been giving. The Edge will never replace Morham, but it has been a good place to heal. The horses that call the Edge home are kind, and her work for the herd does not go unnoticed. And it is busy enough to keep her busy as well, to keep her mind from going too far down the path of memories.

It was a dangerous place, that path. One she’s gotten lost on a few too many times. But it’s getting easier, and she’s trying to move on.

Tallsun had arrived in full force, and though her winter coat was gone, even the skies were hotter than she preferred. Though at least, high enough in the sky, the wind could still cool her. And like always, she flies to the Threshold (she only walks when her company cannot join her in the sky), landing on the outskirts of the forest before making her way in. Somedays she found nothing, but most days, there was always someone to be found. And today is no different, though it’s the sound of a familiar voice that catches her attention.

She slips through the trees until Ashamin comes into view, another stallion laying in the grass not far away. Well, that’s a sight. She makes her way to the two men with a smile on her face, an easy, friendly sort of smile that she so often wears. It was a practiced thing once, that over her life on Morham became a natural smile instead. “Ashamin,” she says pleasantly. “It’s seems we are often running into one another.” She offers him a nod before turning her attention to the white stallion on the ground.

“Sorry to interrupt. It is a beautiful day,” she says, imagining that lying in the sunlight on the grass would be a perfect way to spend the day. Had the stallion not been nearly trampled by Ashamin, and then interrupted further by her. “I’m Lyanna. Care for some extra company?”

watch how i soar.

lyanna