so i listen to the    wind for an answer

She hasn’t been out and about in the Edge much. Frostfall still pained her, reminded her just a bit too much of her flight from Morham, of the hurried whispered as a few loyal friends ushered her and her sister through the woods as they ran for their lives. Reminded her of the stories of how her brother had died, throat slit while he slept. He’d deserved to live far longer than he had, but if he could not have been granted a long life, then at least an honorable death. But the rebels feared her brother and his fire, and they had cut him down when he’d be unable to defend himself.

So she’d kept a bit to herself, coming out to do her job, to make sure the herd was healthy, but generally staying away from it all. Her mood was slightly sour in a way it wasn’t normally, and she could only assume it must be memory that left her normally cheerful mood dampened. But she couldn’t ignore the bellow of a challenge as it rings through the trees, the commotion that disturbs an otherwise peaceful day.

She goes, largely because it’s her job to heal anyone that needs it. And this seems like one of those times when it’s best that perhaps she just lingers around, waiting to see what damage is done than expect someone to come find her. As she makes her way through the trees, she sees a small crowd. Tilney’s words reach her, the words gambling and bet and gelding catching her attention. Since when are herdmates creatures to be gambled on?

Since when are you so crabby, Lyanna? And the voice that scolds her in her own head is her brother’s, not hers. She sighs softly, entirely uncertain just when that happened, hoping it will disappear with the end of Frostfall. Particularly because so much of her ire seemed directed at Tilney, who was her friend and perfectly nice.

What is wrong with me?

“The gelding is Toulouse,” she says in a friendly manner, because it’s not like she blames Tilney for not knowing his name. And right now, as she hears what they are yelling back and forth at each other (particularly Toulouse), she’s not sure she entirely wants to know his name. It is childish and petty and a waste of energy she thinks, again in Corbin’s voice. Maybe she’s just going crazy, with her brother’s voice in her head all the time. Maybe she just misses him, and this is how she copes. Maybe it’s both.

“I’m Lyanna,” she offers to the stallion that she doesn’t know. Her eyes drift to the battle scene, to the blood that she can see clearly on Toulouse’s face, to the cuts and bruises. Yup. She’d be staying right here to watch the show, though Tilney at least was also around. Hopefully it wouldn’t take both of them to deal with the wounds, but she’s not sure Tilney’s here to heal.

A familiar white form catches her attention. She finally draws her attention away from the battle long enough to find him – Mauja. A smile lights on her face, glad to see him back. They are not close. In truth, they hardly know each other at all. But she does know he was missing, and she knows he is important to Alysanne and Tembovu, and that is enough for her. “Mauja,” she says softly, just loud enough to hopefully catch his attention, and then nothing more but a nod of her head. She doesn’t have anything to add to this conversation really. She doesn’t need to comment on the imagery of a horn up anyone anus, but she figured if that happened she’d really be needed. So she stays put, waiting to see

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