so i listen to the    wind for an answer

Lyanna’s beginning to wonder how any mother keeps up with their children. The girl is restless, ceaseless, flitting from one thing to the next with a curiosity Lyanna cannot sate. It’s beginning to all feel overwhelming in almost the same way bearing the crown feels overwhelming. One is, in a sense, not equal to another. But at the same time, they are equal. Suddenly Lyanna is responsible for a great many horses. In this instance, she is responsible for just Stella, yes, but she is still responsible for another life. She is responsible for keeping the little bat safe, for helping her find her way home or giving her a new home worth having. It is just a small version of what the crown means. Lyanna is responsible for helping to keep them all safe.

The girl is taking off from the trees again, and Lyanna’s a split second too late to realize just where she is aiming. Heading straight for the glass, Lyanna calls out to the girl without enough time, and the call becomes a strangled call. But already the girl is thudding into the glass and tumbling to the earth. Lyanna moves quickly to the girl’s side, ready to call on the familiar healing magic she has come to know so well. But there’s nothing there, and she’s reminded almost painfully of her change in position within the Edge. She has no ability to heal, to help.

Her quest comes back to mind, briefly. She had two more horses to find, and she would have to make it a point to travel to the herds and the common lands and ask everyone she could find. She needed to be able to do something. Instead, she stands here helplessly as the girl tucks herself between Lyanna’s legs. The gesture melts her heart slightly, and she leans down to examine the girl’s head if Stella will let her. At least she still knows what to look for, can go find Tilney quickly if she must. “Glass is tricky. It does not look solid, though it is. It’s quite a formidable defense in that way.”

She looks back to the spikes for a moment, before turning back to the girl. “We have healers though, if you are hurt. Our Moon Doctor is named Tilney, and he can fix you right up.” Once, Lyanna could have simply done that, but now she is useless with her ridiculous magic to calm tensions. Alright, she could see some use for that, but she’d rather heal any day. “We have many horses here with jobs, if you are interested in learning more about those. Warriors, sneaks, philosophers, healers, and crafters.” The girl was unlikely to be a warrior, but still, Lyanna gives her all the information.

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