This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
This is the worthwhile fight
It's a pleasant morning, and Lyra has already explored the Bodega and found the most adorable little cafe serving pastries and tea. She's always been an early riser, and that hasn't changed even since she's been on vacation. She wanders now through the village, nibbling on a mixed berry hand pie doused with powdered sugar, and when she sees a familiar face, she wanders over to say hello.
"Maea, hi!" she says, glancing over at the man that her friend stood beside. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I just wanted to say hello!" Then she takes in their surroundings: the Fae bustling about, piles of supplies strewn everywhere, and the way Maea and the stranger seem to be waiting for something. "What's going on?" Lyra asks, curious and willing to assist with whatever it is they're doing.
"Maea, hi!" she says, glancing over at the man that her friend stood beside. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I just wanted to say hello!" Then she takes in their surroundings: the Fae bustling about, piles of supplies strewn everywhere, and the way Maea and the stranger seem to be waiting for something. "What's going on?" Lyra asks, curious and willing to assist with whatever it is they're doing.
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
Unless you play it good and right
Lyra
