[SWE] The Feast of Bells - 318PC

This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight

Lyra has never been one for parties. Her life, such as it is, is far too busy for idle revelry. Still, a feast is hardly likely to be filled with the drunken debauchery that she has associated with Torchline’s parties, and its location in King’s End is enough to coax her into going. After all, she’s been contemplating travel of late, and she’s heard good things about King’s End. She might as well dip her toes into the concept of world travel by going somewhere with a great many people. It seems safer than going somewhere by herself.

When she arrives, pineapple upside down cake in hand, she realizes that she hardly knows a soul. She looks around hesitantly as she meanders towards the food tables to make her contribution. Indeed, there are very few familiar faces - Flora, who she’s seen in passing as a resident of Torchline, but who likely doesn’t know her, and Ronin, who is standing at the food tables with a man Lyra assumes to be his husband.

Well, that seems like as good a place to start as any, so she grabs her own plate and sidles up to the two men. ”Ronin, hello!” she says with a friendly smile. ”It’s good to see you. I trust you’re doing well?”

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Lyra brings pineapple upside down cake!

Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right

Lyra