so i listen to the    wind for an answer

It always seemed to be easy enough to find the gatherings. Lyanna had taken to flying a bit more often lately – as if she didn’t fly enough. But she wanted to keep an eye out for Kisamoa. She was curious, though in a wary sort of way, of what might come of his appearance. There’d been the call for a challenge, though she had not gone. Perhaps she should have, but her duties to her herd kept her busy, and she had stayed in the Edge.

Today though, she lands, joining the group that’s already formed. She lands far enough away so as not to disturb anything, tucking her teal-dipped wings to her side as she walks into the group. It’s obvious something more is going on. The Goddess of the Moon stands near Kisamoa, her words slightly vague. Lyanna is just in time to see her stomp her hoof, the sand turning to glass all around them.

Oh?

What was happening? She’s uncertain, truthfully. There’s two horses near the Goddess and Kis. The one she recognizes from the Edge, that black stallion that looks very much like he belongs to the Moon as well. His children are nearby as well, and somehow, she feels very small. Which is saying something, because she always feels small here. It doesn’t bother her – that was the whole point of coming here. To live in a place where she would be completely unremarkable. But sometimes she forgets all that Helovia has. More magic and Gods and things than Morham ever had. It’s such a different life, and she is still astounded by it.

A familiar, white-blue form catches her attention. Erthe stands near the edge of the group, and Lyanna makes her way over to the girl. She had few friends in the Edge. Some, certainly, and she loved them dearly. Erthe was among her small group of friends, and she admits, she simply can’t help but feel a little protective of the younger mare. More than simply because it is her job to be sure the herd is healthy. She smiles at Erthe, reaching out to touch the girl’s cool skin in a friendly hello. She remains silent, not wanting to interrupt anything, and turns her attention to the gathering. Tembovu is there, their sentinel King, his eyes sweeping between them. She nods to him as well, finally turning her attention simply to the Goddess and Kisamoa to see what might happen.

lyanna