The Portal
08-05-2017, 03:23 PM
so i listen to the wind for an answer
The Kaos amulet she carries begins to vibrate on arrival, and soon the chain she’d carried it on shatters and the thing comes alive. It begins to crawl up her skin, digging little feet in never had before into her skin as she goes. She tries to shake it off, to catch it between her teeth, something, but she cannot manage to dislodge the little black gem. Instead, it bites her ear and she yelps slightly as the gem becomes an earring. She shakes her head, her ear slightly numb, sure she hears a voice whispering in her ear. It’s indistinct though, the words blurred and lost to the rest of the commotion of the portal.
She shifts her attention to the group around them, noting all the changes, wondering if the rest of them had things biting at them too or if they had all just turned green. What a stunning family now, and she feels even plainer than she did in Helovia. Not that she’s ever really minded feeling plain, though, so this at least doesn’t bother her. Iona is still the worse for the wear here, and it’s hard not to laugh as Alysanne tells her that she will put her in a time out.
She’s thankful as Zoeya comes bouncing over to her, giving her an excuse to look away from Iona and her stamping tiny hoof before she really does start laughing. That, she knows, will not go over very well and she’s not in the business of upsetting baby-Iona’s. One day that baby-Iona will be full grown again, and she knows better than to be on Iona’s bad side, regardless of size. Though still, it was kind of hilarious. ”Zoeya!” she says, grinning warmly as the girl reaches out to press her nose against Lyanna’s shoulder. Lyanna reaches out to the girl to the return the greeting if she can, before adding, “So you have healing magic now? Like mother like daughter, it seems.”
Her attention is diverted quickly though by the shrieking that pulls their own attention away. She’s not sure she’s seen the stallion before, but there’s something familiar about the child. Her teal eyes fall on the necklace around the girl’s neck. She knows that horn. The sorrow comes rushing back in, erasing the momentary distraction provided by green Aly and baby Iona and Zoeya’s precious greeting. Her eyes meet the stallions and she doesn’t even know what to say. Her heart breaks all over again, remembering her friend’s death, feeling awful because there had been nothing for Lyanna to do. She hadn’t even tried, she’d left.
“Are you both okay?” she says softly, her tone different from the normal concern that tinges Aly’s voice. It knows just how much they have lost, but she can’t bring herself to say Glasgow’s name, can’t bring herself to even confirm that her suspicions are true.
She shifts her attention to the group around them, noting all the changes, wondering if the rest of them had things biting at them too or if they had all just turned green. What a stunning family now, and she feels even plainer than she did in Helovia. Not that she’s ever really minded feeling plain, though, so this at least doesn’t bother her. Iona is still the worse for the wear here, and it’s hard not to laugh as Alysanne tells her that she will put her in a time out.
She’s thankful as Zoeya comes bouncing over to her, giving her an excuse to look away from Iona and her stamping tiny hoof before she really does start laughing. That, she knows, will not go over very well and she’s not in the business of upsetting baby-Iona’s. One day that baby-Iona will be full grown again, and she knows better than to be on Iona’s bad side, regardless of size. Though still, it was kind of hilarious. ”Zoeya!” she says, grinning warmly as the girl reaches out to press her nose against Lyanna’s shoulder. Lyanna reaches out to the girl to the return the greeting if she can, before adding, “So you have healing magic now? Like mother like daughter, it seems.”
Her attention is diverted quickly though by the shrieking that pulls their own attention away. She’s not sure she’s seen the stallion before, but there’s something familiar about the child. Her teal eyes fall on the necklace around the girl’s neck. She knows that horn. The sorrow comes rushing back in, erasing the momentary distraction provided by green Aly and baby Iona and Zoeya’s precious greeting. Her eyes meet the stallions and she doesn’t even know what to say. Her heart breaks all over again, remembering her friend’s death, feeling awful because there had been nothing for Lyanna to do. She hadn’t even tried, she’d left.
“Are you both okay?” she says softly, her tone different from the normal concern that tinges Aly’s voice. It knows just how much they have lost, but she can’t bring herself to say Glasgow’s name, can’t bring herself to even confirm that her suspicions are true.
lyanna
