This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
This is the worthwhile fight
The house that Lyra selected is clearly not the right house, but the woman is too cheerful to be embarrassed. It's an honest mistake, and who would fault her? Besides, no one even seems to be home at the big house, so the only person to witness her blunder is Maea.
"Hi!" Lyra says, laughing a bit at herself. "Sorry about that!" She carries only a duffel bag over one shoulder and a hiking backpack on her back; she always packs light, finding it easier to travel that way. "The journey was fine; it took a while to find a skyship that still had space. Seems like everyone's coming up here these days!" It's something about flowers, Lyra has heard, though she knows very little about the whole thing. She's kept her head in the sand for so long in Torchline that she's woefully unaware of the intricacies around the Family and the Void and the rest of it.
"Hi!" Lyra says, laughing a bit at herself. "Sorry about that!" She carries only a duffel bag over one shoulder and a hiking backpack on her back; she always packs light, finding it easier to travel that way. "The journey was fine; it took a while to find a skyship that still had space. Seems like everyone's coming up here these days!" It's something about flowers, Lyra has heard, though she knows very little about the whole thing. She's kept her head in the sand for so long in Torchline that she's woefully unaware of the intricacies around the Family and the Void and the rest of it.
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
Unless you play it good and right
Lyra
