This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
This is the worthwhile fight
Early morning workouts were, to Lyra, a necessary evil.
As a search and rescue responder, it was integral that she stayed fit enough to hike over all kinds of terrain and help haul unfortunate victims from the unlikeliest of places. But that didn't mean she had to like getting up every morning, even in a cold rain, and making her way to various places across Torchline to train.
Today it was the Rainbow Road. Lyra dressed for the weather, but was still soaked to the bone within minutes. Her dark hair was tied back, but tendrils that had escaped were plastered to her face and neck as she jogged across the vibrant volcanic rock that covered the area. Normally, this was one of her favorite runs. On days like today, though, she would have rather been anywhere else.
The woman was surprised to find that another - an Ancient, no less - seemed to have had the same idea as she, and as she approached the stranger doing a series of exercises, she thought about passing by, with perhaps a friendly wave. But she'd found that company often made miserable workouts better, so she slowed to a walk, reaching her hands up and resting them loosely atop her head as she approached the stranger.
"Hi," she said, perhaps a bit shyly. "I'm Lyra. I noticed you were training. I am too, and I thought I'd see if you wanted any company. No worries if not. It just seems to help sometimes when the weather's like this."
As a search and rescue responder, it was integral that she stayed fit enough to hike over all kinds of terrain and help haul unfortunate victims from the unlikeliest of places. But that didn't mean she had to like getting up every morning, even in a cold rain, and making her way to various places across Torchline to train.
Today it was the Rainbow Road. Lyra dressed for the weather, but was still soaked to the bone within minutes. Her dark hair was tied back, but tendrils that had escaped were plastered to her face and neck as she jogged across the vibrant volcanic rock that covered the area. Normally, this was one of her favorite runs. On days like today, though, she would have rather been anywhere else.
The woman was surprised to find that another - an Ancient, no less - seemed to have had the same idea as she, and as she approached the stranger doing a series of exercises, she thought about passing by, with perhaps a friendly wave. But she'd found that company often made miserable workouts better, so she slowed to a walk, reaching her hands up and resting them loosely atop her head as she approached the stranger.
"Hi," she said, perhaps a bit shyly. "I'm Lyra. I noticed you were training. I am too, and I thought I'd see if you wanted any company. No worries if not. It just seems to help sometimes when the weather's like this."
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
Unless you play it good and right
Lyra
