Tallsun has been hot, but she finds that the heat doesn’t really bother her. Not to say she doesn’t feel hot. She does. Her coat is often even darker with sweat, and she keeps to the shade or, if it’s not too brutal a day, takes to the sky where the air is cooler if she can go high enough. Or she finds the heat to be a really great excuse to go herb gathering in the north. But it doesn’t bother her to spend her days trying to stay cool, because it’s better than how she always seems to feel during Frostfall. She hopes, this year, that perhaps the ghosts won’t follow her so much through the snow, but she’s not banking on it. The past two have hurt, something about the cold reminding her of when she came here, and therefore, of everything she’d left behind.

The heat chases away her ghosts. Corbin’s voice doesn’t seem to follow her, and when it does come, there’s something pleasant and reassuring about it instead. So while her mood stays high, she keeps herself busy, often roaming the Edge lately, feeling like she hasn’t spent much time with the members here. It was too easy to lose entire days tending to the garden and the greenhouse, and though she certainly should spend time there, perhaps not all of her time.

The day was growing late when she spots Mesec near the meeting spot, and she nickers in greeting as she makes her way over to the now familiar face. “Mesec,” she calls in a friendly greeting, closing the distance between them. She turns her attention to find Lyra with a smile as well, nodding to the kitsune. “Lyra.” She’s still pretty sure other companions have no idea what she’s saying, but the point usually gets across somehow.

“Am I interrupting, or would you care for some company?” she asks, turning her attention back to the black stallion. She doesn’t want to intrude, but he is hanging out in the herd’s meeting space, which makes her think he’s probably up to something. Or at least not looking for solitude. But she wants to make sure, because some habits die hard, after all. Or they just don’t die at all.

They are not alone for long, Tilney joining as Mesec says that company is just what he’s looking for. She turns her attention to Tilney for a moment, teal eyes twinkling as she offers him a broad smile. It’s been some time since she’s seen the Moon Doctor outside of their normal business together, but she has always liked Tilney and is glad to have the occasion to do something other than study herbs with him. Not to say that wasn’t fun, of course, because it was one of her favorite things to do. But still, it is always nice to broaden a friendship.

As it turns out, today they would be turning their attention to crafting. Not something Lyanna is overly familiar with, though she had watch Glasgow work on occasion when the mare had served as Glazier. That familiar pang of sorrow hits her at the thought of her friend, but she knows too that Glasgow is safe and sound and happy in the Basin. She could want nothing more for her friend.

Her eyes glance to Tilney for a moment, wondering if he has ideas. “It might sort of hard to build, but the healers could use a proper distiller for making oils.” There were other ways to do it, but it would be nice to have the easiest tool available. They would have to figure out where to get some rubber tubing from to make it work completely, but it would be a start.

“If that is too much, perhaps we just make some fun trinkets or jewelry, things that could be offered to herd members as rewards perhaps?” Not that they often had competitions, but still, there must be something they could use it for. She looks back to Tilney, hoping he has better ideas than she. Lyra catches her attention, shuffling with interest toward Peatree, and Lyanna can’t help but grin. She does love to watch companions, always curious what it’s like to have one. She’s met very few that weren’t adorable, after all.