Exploitation & Exploration

The Rift had left Lyanna unscathed but for the little black earring that whispered in her ear. She tried to ignore the soft hisses that reminded her every day of who had left her, who had betrayed her, who didn’t deserve her compassion, though somedays she wondered if the earring was right. Otherwise, she had her powers, what little there were of them anyway. Either the Portal or perhaps the Moon Goddesses dying magic or something else entirely gave her the armor she wears now, the teal bird that unfurls it’s wing across her chest. None of that mattered though, because Kaos and his darkness had taken her friends; Sacre, Ru and Glasgow. The faces joined the ever-growing list of the dead that haunted her, and she saw them all in her sleep, could have sworn she could see them lingering in her periphery. Whenever she turned though, they were gone, and she wondered if she was going crazy or if the Rift was playing tricks.

She’d been wandering through the new Western Mists, as instructed, trying to explore but mostly just thinking of the dead. A call from nearby cuts through her thoughts though, and she turns her attention in the direction of the child-like Anyone? that rings out nearly. Lyanna turns her course, ignoring the little black earring as it whispers something about a trap in her ear.

It doesn’t look like a trap though. Lyanna finds a filly, a little owl, and some strange looking Puffball things. Her lack of knowledge about the flora in this place still hurts. She’d spent so long learning the herbs and plants of Helovia and there, at least she could help. Here, though she tried to learn, there was only so much she could learn without someone to teach her. It’s not like she could try everything because it seemed likely at least half the plants in the Rift would bite her back. “I’m Lyanna,” she says. “Are you okay?”

-LYANNA-

let the winds take me

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@Otem