How memory mud has managed to make its way even into the Bodega is beyond Lyra, but there it is, squelching and squirming right before her eyes. For a marketplace built on wooden planks out over the Stone Symphony, it's certainly messy this season. It would almost be impressive, if she wasn't so damn sick of the muck and mire that seems to have overtaken every part of Caido.
The woman strides through the Bodega, clearly a woman on a mission. She's been traveling these past months, since the Family departed Caido and took the Void with them. With no kids back home to tend to for the first time in years, she's rediscovering what it means to do things for herself - and what she's done for herself is train. This little trip to the Greatwood is just one of many, familiarizing herself with unfamiliar terrain and practicing her skills to become the most sought after search and rescue responder in Caido.
It's not as though she has no work in Torchline, but back home, she's become a bit of a glorified lifeguard. No shade to lifeguards, of course - they're vital, in Lyra's opinion - but she just... wants more. More travel, more skills, more life. She's spent so long putting others' needs before hers that she's forgotten what it's like to want.
But that's why she's here, traipsing through memory mud that shouldn't even be here, and not back in Torchline.
The woman strides through the Bodega, clearly a woman on a mission. She's been traveling these past months, since the Family departed Caido and took the Void with them. With no kids back home to tend to for the first time in years, she's rediscovering what it means to do things for herself - and what she's done for herself is train. This little trip to the Greatwood is just one of many, familiarizing herself with unfamiliar terrain and practicing her skills to become the most sought after search and rescue responder in Caido.
It's not as though she has no work in Torchline, but back home, she's become a bit of a glorified lifeguard. No shade to lifeguards, of course - they're vital, in Lyra's opinion - but she just... wants more. More travel, more skills, more life. She's spent so long putting others' needs before hers that she's forgotten what it's like to want.
But that's why she's here, traipsing through memory mud that shouldn't even be here, and not back in Torchline.
Lyra
spent my whole life trying to put it into words
