so i listen to the    wind for an answer

It’s a little easier, this time, to call a group of them together. A little, though it still feels strange to her, wrong in a way, like it should be anyone but her doing this, even if that’s not true. Not to say there were not other qualified candidates to fill the role of lead, but rather, that she isn’t necessarily unqualified despite constantly thinking so. Like all change though, it’s beginning to settle on her, the realization settling like armor upon her shoulders, heavy but necessary.

Like when she called the Crafters, she sets out in the late morning, the day chilly be beautiful. She enjoys Orangemoon, enjoys the chill in the air that is not yet miserably bitter, enjoys the freedom from memories of this season as well. Frostfall is looming, and it has historically not been her best time of yet, but perhaps this Frostfall she will be too busy trying to lead a herd to let the ghosts slip back in.

Lyanna settles into a spot near to the herd meeting area, the tent visible in the near distance, though she doesn’t stand beneath the tent. It feels more appropriate to call a small group to a smaller meeting ground, more informal as well, and she does not want this meeting to be overly formal. It isn’t, after all, but merely to talk about the sneak ranks, what they might need, what they might do, ideas they might have. It was one of the few ranks where they seemed to have somewhat consistent leadership lately. That particular weight settles on her with an added level of failure, aware that during Tembovu’s reign things had been far more stable.

She lets out a call for Iona and Raeden, and any that might wish to join. She waits until they arrive [insert your arrival here] nodding as the others join. She does not know Iona as she knows her sister or Raeden, but she likes both mare’s equally, and is slightly excited to see what opinions they might have. “Thank you for joining me,” she says warmly, trying to make sure it doesn’t just sound like the introduction to a speech, because she does mean it. “The purpose of this meeting is really just to touch base with you. To see what you might need, what ideas you might have. We also wanted to let you know that the Throat has proposed to allow sneaks to practiced on one another, without any actual theft.“ She is a little out of her element with the sneaks, even moreso than she had been when the crafters, but no time like the present to learn. She did, at least, enjoy learning.

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