And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
All along there was some
A voice breaks the eerie silence that surrounds Lyra out on the ice, and her gaze snaps to the speaker with a momentary flash of suspicion. It's not that she thinks everyone is out to get her - in fact, she rather believes that most people are ultimately decent folk - but she's seen enough of the world to know that things are rarely so black and white. But when she sees the state of the party that traipses through the snow, she blinks with surprise and hurries forward.
"I'm fine," she says as she approaches, hands held up in a universal signal that she is no threat. "I was leaving an offering at the shrine. But are you all right?" she adds then, pausing briefly a short distance away. The injuries are obvious amongst the group, something that Lyra, fortunately, has the ability to do something about. It's not in her nature to see others suffering and turn away. "I have a healing ring - can I help any of you?"
"I'm fine," she says as she approaches, hands held up in a universal signal that she is no threat. "I was leaving an offering at the shrine. But are you all right?" she adds then, pausing briefly a short distance away. The injuries are obvious amongst the group, something that Lyra, fortunately, has the ability to do something about. It's not in her nature to see others suffering and turn away. "I have a healing ring - can I help any of you?"
Invisible string
Tying you to me?
Tying you to me?
Lyra
