i am a leaf on the wind
Stories are not, she was taught, just for children. Stories are knowledge, and knowledge is power. It had been her primary job in her previous life to learn. Secrets, mostly, but any knowledge was better than none. ‘What have you learned today?’ her father would ask before they all went to bed. Corbin, Lyanna, and Adelene each answered in turn, though in this and this alone, her father paid the most attention. Lyanna knew why though. Corbin’s job was to fight, to learn to lead. Yes, he would learn to gather information too, but he’d have a network of spies and informants at his disposal. Adelene was too young still to be heavily involved in the court, and too spoiled anyhow. But Lyanna? This, and to marry into a family that would solidify a marriage were her two responsibilities.
Lyanna listens to stories for a different reason now. She wants to learn about her new life, wants to understand just want it means to be a Helovian. A little over a year has passed since her arrival, and she still doesn’t feel like she belongs. Though as she comes to join the group, she finds herself pleasantly surprised to realize that she recognizes many of the faces here. She doesn’t know them all personally, but the faces of its’ members are becoming familiar things at least.
The little golden mare catches her attention, and Lyanna makes her way over to Yael with a smile. ”Yael,” she says softly, reaching out to offer her muzzle in hello if the mare will allow a friendly tap on the neck. “How are you doing?” she asks, waiting for an answer while others gather. After a moment, she turns back to Arah, nodding her head in greeting to the Philosopher. She does not know the pale mare well, but she certainly recognizes her. As Arah speaks, Lyanna listens carefully, remembering the Giving Tree. How strange, magical, and wonderful Helovia is. It never ceases to amaze her.
A stallion asks a question when she is done, and Lyanna is curious to know the answer. She doesn’t have many questions herself, but she stays, listening to the conversation as it flows on around her, picking up whatever information she can.
watch how i soar.
lyanna
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[O] It's Starting To Look A Lot Like Grinchmas. [Storytelling + Raffle]
