so i listen to the    wind for an answer

She could understand how a few years could feel like a lifetime. Sometimes she manages to forget about her life in Morham. Well no, not quite forget. She wishes, sometimes, that she could forget. But she’ll wake and instead of feeling like a hole has been ripped in her chest, Morham will feel like a dream. Like some life she lived long ago. But like this life, the one she lives in now, has always been this way. She’ll feel like the Edge has always been home and would always be home. Like there weren’t so many regrets and what if’s and uncertainties running through her head.

Sometimes, the Edge is home, and it’s a simple as that. Those are rare moments though. Because how can you forget losing your entire family? How can you stop wondering what life would be like if they were still alive? How can you stop blaming yourself when your only remaining family member disappears? Someday, she would try to find Adelene. But she doesn’t know where to start. And she’s worked so hard to find a life of her own, selfishly, she is loathe to leave on a wild goose chase.

She had no family though. And it seemed that perhaps, she never would. Maybe that was okay. Maybe it was better, really. It might hurt more to have someone in her life, to her children in her life, and know they would never meet her parents or her brother or likely even her sister. That her brother couldn’t kick any guy in the face for breaking her heart. Though she is young yet, and perhaps a family isn’t out of her cards. Maybe the problem really is her. That’s she’s afraid it might hurt. That she’s afraid she might lose them too.

She’s lost in her own thoughts and doesn’t notice the stallion right away, though those wings are hard to miss and eventually they do catch her attention. There’s some sort of critter with him, and it doesn’t seem like a companion. It looks like a beaver, from where she stands, that might be injured. Though she’s not certain. And before she can get closer, he’s turned and is walking her way, introducing himself and asking to join.

“Of course,” she says warmly, always glad to meet new horses around Helovia. “I’m Lyanna.” She looks him over for a brief moment, noticing the tired lines of his face, though he seems kind and cheerful enough. His wings are impressive, if nothing else. Far larger than average, and she wonders what it’s like to fly with wings so large. “If you don’t mind my asking, were you just helping a beaver?” Ever the healer, of course, she can’t help but be curious if she’s found another.

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