Lyra continues to work, but her progress is slowed by spiny thorns that stick out from the brambles. Even with the gloves, it makes the work somewhat treacherous, and her pace slows to a crawl as she tries to carefully extract the vines without stabbing herself somewhere on accident. She fails only a few times, but her forearms have a few pinpricks of blood on them when she steps back to reconsider her plan of attack.
When Elizabeth appears to help, she smiles at the other woman gratefully. "Perfect, thank you." Between the two of them, she thinks, they'll make quick work of the remaining vines on the porch. As Elizabeth uses magic to pull the vines free, Lyra clips them tidily, and they work together in this way until Maea pauses to check on them.
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Lyra continues to clip vines!
When Elizabeth appears to help, she smiles at the other woman gratefully. "Perfect, thank you." Between the two of them, she thinks, they'll make quick work of the remaining vines on the porch. As Elizabeth uses magic to pull the vines free, Lyra clips them tidily, and they work together in this way until Maea pauses to check on them.
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Lyra continues to clip vines!
Lyra Abrams
