stay this simple

And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some

It's warmer in Halo than Lyra expected, warmer than she'd packed for - a surprise indeed, on a sea of ice.

She stands near the shrine on the Sea of Glass, regarding the little stone altar and its strange, delicate bubbles of ice. She's come to Halo to train in tundra search and rescue, but she's making time to visit some of the sights, too - and given her job, it's always prudent to make an offering to the gods when she can. So she carefully picks her way across the ice to dust a bit of wet snow from the altar's lip, then places a rose she'd bought back in the Citadel across the stones. With any luck, it will freeze, an eternal bloom that will bring some color into the frozen wastes.

She turns from the shrine and looks across the snow and ice. A groan sounds from out across the water, and she glances over in time to see a piece of a glacier splash into the sea. Suddenly unnerved by her proximity to the surely frigid water, she retreats at a rapid pace, leaving the shrine and her offered rose behind.

Invisible string
Tying you to me?

Lyra