This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
This is the worthwhile fight
Lyra does not spend much time in bars - particularly not one as prestigious as the Hanged Man. But this is where one of her children insisted on meeting for a quick gift exchange during LongNight, so here she is.
She’s the odd woman out, to be sure, dressed not in the outrageous fashions of the many patrons who are here for the LongNight revelry, but in a simple, modest outfit of soft neutrals and dark jeans. She hugs a tall brunette in the corner, a girl whose quick smile and slender figure are the center point of a small gathering of young adults with whom Lyra does not quite fit in, and then bids her goodbye, LongNight gift given. With that task complete, Lyra makes her way over to the bar. She doesn’t drink much, but she could use something before departing for home.
The drunken clamor around her seems a little quieter by the bar, though that might just be because she’s getting used to it. When the bartender looks her way, she shouts her order - a glass of water, of all things - smiling almost apologetically at the doubtlessly strange request. Then she waits for it to be delivered so that she might drink it and go, eager to get him to her kids.
She’s the odd woman out, to be sure, dressed not in the outrageous fashions of the many patrons who are here for the LongNight revelry, but in a simple, modest outfit of soft neutrals and dark jeans. She hugs a tall brunette in the corner, a girl whose quick smile and slender figure are the center point of a small gathering of young adults with whom Lyra does not quite fit in, and then bids her goodbye, LongNight gift given. With that task complete, Lyra makes her way over to the bar. She doesn’t drink much, but she could use something before departing for home.
The drunken clamor around her seems a little quieter by the bar, though that might just be because she’s getting used to it. When the bartender looks her way, she shouts her order - a glass of water, of all things - smiling almost apologetically at the doubtlessly strange request. Then she waits for it to be delivered so that she might drink it and go, eager to get him to her kids.
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
Unless you play it good and right
Lyra
