This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
This is the worthwhile fight
Lyra collects a few smaller sticks, keeping easy pace with Ronin as he carts the larger log down the beach. ”The Cordillera?” she asks, raising a brow, visibly impressed. She’s heard the stories of what lurks there, and of the folk who went visiting only to never return. ”As in, dragons waiting to kill you? That Cordillera?” Ronin and his husband must have been the only ones for miles. Perhaps it was the promise of civilization that had coaxed them back to Torchline’s sunny shores. Lyra knows she would never survive in such imagined solitude.
Ronin begins to hack at the larger log with an axe, and Lyra turns to stack her smaller sticks on the fire. It’s nearly ready, artfully arranged and prepared, and she can see the kids starting their way up the beach to rejoin her. ”I’ll be here,” she confirms with a grin. ”Though less for partying, I think, and more for chaperoning.” She’s never been one to let loose, anyway, so she doesn’t feel she’s missing out. Still, she has to wonder what it would be like to attend LongNight with no one to look after except herself. ”You?”
Ronin begins to hack at the larger log with an axe, and Lyra turns to stack her smaller sticks on the fire. It’s nearly ready, artfully arranged and prepared, and she can see the kids starting their way up the beach to rejoin her. ”I’ll be here,” she confirms with a grin. ”Though less for partying, I think, and more for chaperoning.” She’s never been one to let loose, anyway, so she doesn’t feel she’s missing out. Still, she has to wonder what it would be like to attend LongNight with no one to look after except herself. ”You?”
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
Unless you play it good and right
Lyra
