This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
This is the worthwhile fight
Lyra is hopelessly lost.
She’s not sure what brought her to Halo in the first place. It’s cold - so cold, so much more so than her home in Torchline. It’s even colder now that night has fallen, and Lyra shivers in her coat. She has to admit that she wasn’t prepared for the temperatures here, even if she’d tried as best she could.
But oh, the view. It’s a clear night, and Lyra walks with her head craned back to keep an eye on the stars, which are so much brighter here than anywhere else she’s seen. At one point, she realizes that she’s walking in circles - she’s passed that house, for example, at least three times - and pauses, trying to get her bearings beneath the star-studded sky.
She’s not sure what brought her to Halo in the first place. It’s cold - so cold, so much more so than her home in Torchline. It’s even colder now that night has fallen, and Lyra shivers in her coat. She has to admit that she wasn’t prepared for the temperatures here, even if she’d tried as best she could.
But oh, the view. It’s a clear night, and Lyra walks with her head craned back to keep an eye on the stars, which are so much brighter here than anywhere else she’s seen. At one point, she realizes that she’s walking in circles - she’s passed that house, for example, at least three times - and pauses, trying to get her bearings beneath the star-studded sky.
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
Unless you play it good and right
Lyra
