Lyra can't help herself; she bites her lip in an attempt to hide her smile, but fails spectacularly, especially given that she's already laughed once. Within a few moments, the redhead reappears, and Lyra is left to wonder if she's a particularly eccentric Attuned, or if there's some other explanation at play. Her explanation helps not at all, and either way, Lyra's not rude enough to inquire.
She turns her attention to the mud. "To be honest, I was just wondering how it got here in the first place, but if you have ways to get rid of it, I'm all ears." She wanders towards the stump, peering down at the clump of muck. Nudging it with a toe, the woman mutters something unintelligible under her breath, a frown on her face. It doesn't belong here, and it irks her that it seems to have taken up residence everywhere.
She turns her attention to the mud. "To be honest, I was just wondering how it got here in the first place, but if you have ways to get rid of it, I'm all ears." She wanders towards the stump, peering down at the clump of muck. Nudging it with a toe, the woman mutters something unintelligible under her breath, a frown on her face. It doesn't belong here, and it irks her that it seems to have taken up residence everywhere.
Lyra
spent my whole life trying to put it into words
