The years have not caused her affection for her friend to wane, and she feels the warmth of her smile like sunlight on her skin when she spots him in the meadow on this clear autumn day. Catryn had thought of him often through these bizarre years, as Beqanna shifted and changed and brought marvels and frights into the world. When their land was limited and all of them were lingering in a small cluster of places, she had looked for him - wanting some assurance that he had made it out of the drowned lands okay.

Even though she had not found him, she hadn’t given up hope. Not for one minute.

And now here she was, moving through the meadow with an eagerness that made her feel like the same youth that he had taught to fly. The feeling in her heart and stomach was exactly that sensation that flooded her when she had leapt off of that hill, trusting his guidance and her wings. She is ignorant to everyone else she passes - they are all strangers, anyway, and her sights are set on the one face she knows.

She’d seen him before, of course - and is glad for it now so she could recognize him easily - but it still brings forward a thrill. “Targaryen.” Once she is there with him she does not stop. Her brindled legs carry her right up to him so she can embrace him without any hesitation, as ever still perfectly happy to show exactly how she is feeling.

“Oh how I’ve missed you.” She laughs these earnest words out, ignoring how her eyes are stinging from the wash of joy, and she steps back to a more reasonable, conversational distance. Those black eyes shine as she looks him over - checking for any signs that the years hadn’t been kind to him. Catryn sincerely hopes that they were kind - she hopes for nothing but happiness for Targaryen (even though she is so aware life does not often work like that).

Although she notices the way Targaryen freezes at first upon their embrace, Catryn quickly assures herself that it is simply surprise and chases away any hurt that might try to sour this - and indeed he relaxes. Her senses are full of him once more, and all feels peaceful once again.

She’s delighted to have been missed - but she shakes her head at his kind, but misplaced, apology - her black eyes warm with amusement and affection for her friend. “I didn’t find you either, so we’ll call it even.” Her pink-accented head tilts a little to the side, her grin growing - and it feels like it may never fade again. “And we found each other now.” Which was the important part, as far as she was concerned. Of course any day would’ve been improved with his presence in it, but she wasn’t about to waste time wishing for a different past - and certainly wasn’t interested in wasting this time. Catryn did not harbour any ill-feelings.

Although she is curious about where and how he has been, she doesn’t ask just yet. It feels like those questions are too big, with the potential of having too many barbs and shadowy corners lurking beneath them. They're questions that should be spoken in twilight, when there are already shadows so what is a few more from the past. The time they spent apart was filled with so much upheaval for Beqanna, it would be surprising to learn if the same was not true for him.

But she is eager to hear anything he may have to tell her, to listen to his voice for however long they have - just in case it is another handful of years before they meet again. She'll soak up every look, word, and touch she can. So she just asks any question, thinking it doesn't matter - any gateway into a conversation will do. “Have you explored any of the new lands? I can't believe how much this place changes.” It was at it's most stable when she was blind, which she supposes she should be grateful for - ever since, there seems to be something new happening constantly.