i am a leaf on the wind

Ashamin greets her with the same easy familiarity, a pleasantry, and nothing more. It seems appropriate. In some small, perhaps insignificant way, they are enemies of a sort. Always recruiting for the other side. Not that she held this against Ashamin personally in any way. He simply representative a different lifestyle, and there was nothing wrong with that. But still, all their meetings were tinged with just a bit of battle. Of a rather friendly sort, but still. Rakt moved closer as well, snorting softly toward her chest. She smiles, not entirely certain if the appropriate gesture is to snort back. So instead she settles for a nod and a smile toward the cerndyr, though he’s quick to turn away and return to that disinterested stance of his. She grins a little wider before focuses on the two equines at hand again.

The new stallion, unlike her and Ashamin’s last shared encounter in the Threshold, is pleasant and friendly and, truthfully, a bit of a relief. Lyanna didn’t have much of a clue what to do with the rude, half-dying stallion from before. This, the world of pleasantries and manners, was what she was she was born for. She’d spent the short four years of her life in Morham being trained in those very things. Pretty, false smiles (though they had never been false with her). Pretty, false words (usually not false with her, though there’d be a handful she would have yelled at). Pretty, false things. That is the world of a princess. And though she is no longer one, old habits die hard. At least here, sometimes, she finds that others are not false in return. At least, they don’t appear to be.

Ashamin explains where they are, offering a home without borders as he always does. She can’t really imagine that life, but wonders sometimes what it must be like. Is it lonely? Or do they find each other enough that it feels like a family? She doesn’t know, and can’t assume one way or another. But she also knows, that for now, keeping a few things consistent from her old life has done her some good. She knows how to serve a King and Queen, and so she does. “I’m from the World’s Edge, one of the four herd in Helovia. All of the herds have monarchs, and various different jobs and ranks for the citizens of those herds. There’s a job for everyone’s interest, though the Edge doesn’t require that you pick one.”

There’s so much more she could say about the Edge. How they had welcomed her in with open arms. How they’d given her a second chance, and how they’d repaid her work (what felt like so little, but perhaps was not when she really thought on it) so quickly. How beautiful the cliffs were, how quiet and peaceful the forest there was. But she keeps her mouth shut, figuring she’s given the new stallion too much information already. She remembers coming here not all that long ago, remembers feeling so overwhelmed in that moment. There was so much she didn’t know. There’s still so much she doesn’t know. But it’s gotten easier, keeps getting easier. And for those that want to choose the Edge as well, she’s here to help.

After a moment, she realizes she never caught the other stallions name. Perhaps he didn't give it, or perhaps she'd been too late to hear it. "May I ask your name?" Because perhaps, he simply didn't want to give it. Sometimes names held far too much memory. 

watch how i soar.

lyanna