This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
This is the worthwhile fight
Lyra arrives in Sidhe Village with little fanfare, having packed a small bag and hopped on the first skyship she could get. It took her longer than she’d expected, most likely because everyone seemed to be flocking to the Greatwood. She’s heard of the hunt for flowers, of course, but she hasn’t yet joined in on it for herself. She had to wait for her kids to age out and move on - which they did a few weeks prior. Now, when she has no children to look after, seems like the perfect time to go on a little adventure.
When she disembarks, she finds a village teeming with life. Vendors who could only be Fae shout along the streets, and people roam along paths tangled with roots. She’lol have to watch her step as she searches for Maea. Good thing she packed her hiking boots.
She makes her way through the village, following the directions Maea had sent her, until she stands in front of an impressive home. Raising her brows, she whistles low to herself, pausing for a moment to admire it. Then, shaking her head, she makes her way to the front door and knocks.
When she disembarks, she finds a village teeming with life. Vendors who could only be Fae shout along the streets, and people roam along paths tangled with roots. She’lol have to watch her step as she searches for Maea. Good thing she packed her hiking boots.
She makes her way through the village, following the directions Maea had sent her, until she stands in front of an impressive home. Raising her brows, she whistles low to herself, pausing for a moment to admire it. Then, shaking her head, she makes her way to the front door and knocks.
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
Unless you play it good and right
Lyra
