Lyanna feels lighter, in a way, then she has in a long time. Being promoted to Queen has been anything but easy, and that is a weight she feels constantly. That weight aside though, something about the change has given her some new purpose, some ability to feel like maybe this place really is home. That, in the end, was the thing she struggled with the most. Because Helovia was her second home, not one she chose. If given a choice, she never would have left Morham, never would have left Corbin or her parents. If given a second chance, she never would have left Adelene to her own devices in the Threshold either. Those were impossible if’s though. She had no choice and no way to go back in time. She’d only ever needed to move on, and perhaps, slowly, she has come to do that.

There are new things to keep her mind worrying, as she so often does. Kaos, of course, always lingers in her mind. She doesn’t think he is outright bad, necessarily, but she doesn’t know his intentions and that unnerves her. None of them do, as far as she’s aware, and sometimes uncertainty is the worst thing. Uncertainty leaves the mind to imagine, and imaginations run wild.

Her days however are filled with births and greeting newcomers and trying to get to the Threshold (a thing that never happens enough). Other days are filled with diplomatic meetings and patrols and soon, she knows, sparring. She needed to get back into the practice, needed to be worth something on the battlefield again to protect her herd. She’s never fought without the power of the wind, and it would be a whole new experience for her.

Today though is a day for a pleasant surprise. She’s nearby when her name is called from the gate, and she turns her course. The voice is familiar, but Lyanna can’t place it. She weaves through the trees with an ease that only comes with time, but she’s spent a few years in the Edge now, and she knew the place well. Soon, the large metal gate comes into view and beneath it, a familiar form. It takes her a moment to place the girl, but when she spots the markings on the face, she remembers.

“Kiri!” she calls as she crosses the space between then, surprised and glad to see the girl again. It was not entirely uncommon for horses to come here for a rest and then head off again. Not everyone stayed, as Lyanna had stayed. Of course, she’s always glad to see them come around again. At least the Edge had left an impression. “It’s good to see you. How are you? Oh, come in, come in.” She steps aside, letting the brown unicorn into the Edge. Even if she doesn’t intend to stay, she was a welcomed guest, after all.