[open] like a tidal wave, i'll make a mess; any

[Lyali]

Although Lyali is aware that there are other foals in Tephra, ones that she is not related to, she has not made a habit of seeking them out. She has her sisters, her family, and they keep her plenty busy. There’s always something to do, someone to talk to, something to explore. Meeting Barley had been fun, though, and that little memory encourages her to approach the group that she spots on the beach. She’s standing in the treeline, wondering about whether or not she should join the pair - the mention of mountain caves perks her interest and she misses the way the girl shakes her head at this suggestion. Another filly joins them and she’s still debating whether her additional presence would be too much when she spots the blue flowers in the mane of one of the merle twins. She wonders briefly if this is a relative she hasn’t met yet. Certainly not a sibling - she’s sure she would have known that - but the familiarity of that feature helps draw out some bravery in her and encourages her to move forward onto the beach and interupt the just-forming party. She’s grateful for the recent arrival of the other girl, Lyali isn’t sure she would have known what to say if she hadn’t had something to piggyback off of. Coming up with the right words around her family was always easy - and she knows it would not be the end of the world if none of these other youths liked her… But still. It would be nice if they did, wouldn’t it? Her marigold and rose eyes crinkle with a smile - unknowingly feeling the same shy and awkwardness as Starlight. Her leaf wings are folded gently at her side, the coreopsis blooms bright amidst her pale hair as she takes them all in. It's incredible to think that there could be so many others close to her age living in this kingdom at the same time as her, and she has not seen any of them before. “Or a fourth? Four is a lucky number.” She’s sure she’s heard one of her parents say that before, or maybe it’s just a fact of life she’s accepted. Four is perfect, four is sacred. Four seasons, four directions, four kingdoms. Four companions. “I’m Lyali.” Lyali

@[sorren and splendora]