A sheepish smile appeared before she tucked away a few stray hairs from her head. "Yes. I think I get the impulsive trait from the lineage, though, I feel this can be a passion brewing.” Her spotted body shifted around in the grass as if weighing herself and different thoughts. Breaking the short silence of wonder she would laugh gleefully. A hand reached out to a patch of sunlight that was filtered through some of the tree branches. “I think it runs in my instinct to catch the sight of something interesting and pursue it, though there are good hopes that I will think rationally when prompted. My herd would be a bit hesitant about the new chapter, though they know that it's part of our core to adventure, and they may feel they have taught me all they could so I may be prepared and let the world guide the other teachings.” Lyra gave a soft nod. She leaned in a slight curl and rested her upper body's elbows on the soft grass while listening closely.

Before even the slightest trace of sadness for departure could be felt the mare applauded happily to the women's words. There was hope for her and choice. Truth was sewn into them and a lesson of thought, though she also reflected on the message of flowers and the comforting warmth from the hand. Lyra gave a solemn look and gingery placed her right hand over her heart for understanding.

Carefully rising with each horse leg lifting after the other she glanced around and took in a deep breath of air. The hues and scents would be cherished. The fragrances of flowers and sound weaved into her memory of today. While the words of a goodbye felt too heavy to share, fate and souls had a way with such things. A small act of hugging crossed her mind, though she was unsure if that would make the hearts heavy, and disturb the comfort of rest. While a playful part of her wondered what it would be like to lift another and two in her arms, she resisted. 

“May your travels go smoothly and your song reach all hearts. I am very glad we met.” Taking a small moment to gather her thoughts after her well wishes she waved to the magical Surayyah and Sir Schwoopy. “Farewell, till we meet next, stay safe to you two and your people.” A bittersweet feeling swayed her like the wind would when it swept across the grounds and sky. Her hands smooth out her shawl. A trip back to the herd would be a ways back, though she was determined to not go off track, based on the sun's height in the sky she could absolutely return to them in little time and give them her news and whims. With a few reassuring taps of her front hooves, Lyra trotted off and weaved between the trees while retracing some of her old steps. 

The further she galloped, the smaller and fuzzier her vision would go as she passed along the scenery in motion. While one usually might say do not look back, Lyra molded the words to her own interpretation, instead heading back when ready, a part added on. Her heart would be sore though it would brighten if she came back. If she thought in reverse and wondered about her herd the answer seemed to be the same, though regret of a travel and quest missed would likely make her restless. A long sigh drew from her. So many thoughts, so many roads, though like the steps taken on any adventure, first thing first. Calming a busy mind she recalled bits of the tune that danced their way to her ears and the mare hummed along as she made the trek back to the grounds her herd resided in.