The Edge is lovely, but its literal edge of the world-ness means that Yael can’t mope and laze about, even when all she wants to do is spiral into herself, dig under a great big boulder, and hide away from the world for the rest of her life. The keys are in her grasp and her limbs begin to stiffen and still, she cannot bring herself to be her own gaoler; while death would mean joining half of her family, it also means giving up. Yael has never given up. Ever. After everything she’s been through, the woman who’s seen the wonders of the world cannot bear to leave its beauty just yet. It’s a Catch-22, isn’t it? All she wants to do is pull the proverbial covers over her head, forget about the constant pain, and sleep for days and months and years - until her heart goes numb from disuse and her children’s names are all but memories. But without her magic, that would mean certain death. And so she must endure the roller coaster of feelings that jettison her to the clouds and plummet her to the depths of the earth in the span of a single breath.


Worst of all is the idleness of being new. Graciously, they granted her time to collect herself and grieve, and that kindness is now the bane of her waking hours. This might be the most useless the once-Queen, once-magician, and once ‘not-to-be-fucked-with’ mare has ever been.


It’s maddening. The only recourse seems to be to try and explore this new land - perhaps see if anyone else has heard of B’kanna.


What the golden pegasus finds is quite surprising: a field full of turkeys, already hedged in by a growing number of horses. She does not yet know, or understand the magic and the Gods that guide Helovia, but any gathering that is in a common land (from what she can tell - there were no guards stationed to keep her out) must be somewhat open-ended. Or so her logic goes. As Yael cautiously edges closer, she finds that every couple of steps feels bit warmer, which is quite odd. And then she notices Lyanna as she lands, and goes to another winged filly. But everyone’s attention is directed towards the center of the flock, and it is only then that Yael notices the glowing orb. Oh!


They all must be here for that pretty little thing. Unsure of what to do next, Yael circles the flock till she has her own bubble of personal space around her, and takes it all in with a growing curiosity.

yael

by night, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in sleep shall defeat the darkness