This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
This is the worthwhile fight
Lyra waits for her water, feeling perhaps a bit melancholy beneath her unruffled demeanor. She’s never been one for parties - not because she doesn’t like them, but because she never had the time. Now that she’s in her thirties, she’s afraid that she’s rather missed the boat on learning how to be a LongNight reveler, and she watches those packed into the Hanged Man with something like longing.
The blonde who appears behind the bar is familiar if only because all Torchline should know what their queen looks like, and for a moment, Lyra is humbled to be singled out for conversation. The girl is younger than she’d thought, and playful in a way that reminds Lyra of the children she’s raised over the years. So she laughs, accepting the water with a word of thanks. ”I just stopped by to give a friend a gift,” she explains. ”I have kids to get home to before they get into too much LongNight trouble.” If, of course, they haven’t snuck out already. ”I’ll be out of your hair in a few,” she adds with a wink. At the very least, she can be playful about her lack of interest in getting wasted tonight.
The blonde who appears behind the bar is familiar if only because all Torchline should know what their queen looks like, and for a moment, Lyra is humbled to be singled out for conversation. The girl is younger than she’d thought, and playful in a way that reminds Lyra of the children she’s raised over the years. So she laughs, accepting the water with a word of thanks. ”I just stopped by to give a friend a gift,” she explains. ”I have kids to get home to before they get into too much LongNight trouble.” If, of course, they haven’t snuck out already. ”I’ll be out of your hair in a few,” she adds with a wink. At the very least, she can be playful about her lack of interest in getting wasted tonight.
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
Unless you play it good and right
Lyra
