we heal with love,

So much had happened at the herd meeting that Alysanne, showing her true worth as a queen, forgot some of the announcements that didn’t have to do with her or the healers. She remembered beaming with joy when Lyanna was promoted to Moon Doctor in her stead - her head swimming with the other announcements. And then when the shouting had started, all other matters had ceased to draw her attention.

Not a great start at her new rank, surely.

All she seemed to be doing lately was wander the Edge, both seeking and avoiding distractions from her thoughts. How one mind could find so much to worry about without imploding baffled her - but then, maybe she was closer to destruction than she realized.

An endless loop of concerns played as she walked, finding herself quite suddenly with a distraction when she looked up and discovered she was near the cliffs and no longer alone.

“Rohan?” She honestly didn’t know why the end of his name went up in pitch, turning it into a question. The pegasus knew it was him, recognizing him from meetings and from their brief conversation in the Thistle Meadow when she had discovered the warrior was pleasant company.

Was she asking if she could join him? That seemed a lot to tack onto two syllables.

Aly was always reminded how much she hated these cliffs at moments like this - when she saw someone without wings standing there, so close to the dangerous edge. In all her time here, she did not remember hearing of anyone falling but that hardly took away the possibility. Thankfully, the antlered stallion looked more pensive than suicidal as he stood there though that hardly quelled Alysanne’s fears - after all, how would she know? She just admitted they barely knew each other. She moved forward, picking her way over until she stood off to his left side - her green eyes on him instead of the turbulent waters below.

Having learned her lesson with Mauja on how quickly the offer of jumping in after someone could backfire on her, she kept that little opening line in the back of her mind and instead asked exactly what she wanted to know: “Are you alright?” Her eyes showed her concern and she hoped the words were light and unobtrusive as the salty wind from the ocean below made a mess of her own mane - knocking the crystal-coated feathers together where they hung so that they chimed.

alysanne