i am a leaf on the wind

The day is dreary and soaking wet. It keeps her grounded, wandering the forest, uncertain of what she intends to do with such a miserable day. Birdsong, though wet, usually gives her the freedom to takes to the skies again, something she cannot always do in the bitter cold of Frostfall. But this much rain does not allow for flight either, or an easy trek to the Threshold, so she stays put.

Like she oftens does now, she spends her day tending the garden and greenhouse. Weeding, planting, thinking all the while that she really needs a shovel. But she’s gotten rather adept at using wings and hooves to till the dirt, to plant their seeds and saplings. Much of the day passes this way, and Lyanna figures the rest of will too until the rain lets up and a call from a familiar voice reaches her.

Aly. Calling a herd meeting. She grins at that, leaving the greenhouse behind and making her way to the gathering spot and that tent. It’s still a strange thing to her, but it’s nice that the area is dry at least. For once, she’s almost early to the meeting, and she offers a nod to Tembovu and Aly as she comes to stand beside @Raeden. The other stallion there is one she does not really know, but she’s content to take her place next to her friend and Tin.

She smiles to Raeden, and then settles in, listening as promotions are handed out. Eva is demoted, and @Sacre given her place. Lyanna tries to catch his eye and offer him a smile of congratulations, glad to have another Doctor within their ranks. In truth, she did not know Eva well – the mare hadn’t been around much in Lyanna’s time here – so she doesn’t feel much sorrow at the demotion. Though the mention of Glasglow had brought a familiar pang of loss to her heart.

Lyanna would be spending more time in the Basin, it seems. She would not lose one of her friends so easily. But still, it was not the same without the pale, scarred mare. Such is life though. Change. Like the spikes that Tembovu calls from the ground, cruel and menacing things that protect their borders. She wonders, vaguely, if this place will still feel like the welcoming home she’d found only the year before with those spikes to greet newcomers. Perhaps. Or perhaps the lure of safety would be tempting enough for those fleeing, as she had.

When the topic shifts to the sneaks, Lyanna does her best to keep her face neutral. She is decidedly still not okay with all that had happened, and had not pulled herself out of the resulting funk. But instead, she offers Raeden a glance when the mare is done speaking and the conversation shifts away from her. Lyanna could do a damn thing about what had happened, but she could stand by the golden mare as a friend.  

watch how i soar.

lyanna