And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
All along there was some
Lyra walks alongside Deimos, content in the brief silence, and when he speaks, she listens intently, soaking up any knowledge on offer. She almost wishes that she could sit down for a bit with a notebook and a pen, but that's never really been her style. She learns best by doing, by experiencing. Perhaps she should ask Deimos if there's anything she can help with while she's in town. That might help her more than any conversation.
But for now, she ponders the information she's been given. Don't go alone - well, she'd made that mistake today to visit the shrine, but she'd be more careful in the future, particularly with all the threats that Deimos lists off. "If someone gets lost out here... what's their best chances for survival? With all the snow, I don't imagine that finding fresh water is a problem, generally speaking, but what about food? Resources? In a forest, someone could find wood for a fire, for example."
But for now, she ponders the information she's been given. Don't go alone - well, she'd made that mistake today to visit the shrine, but she'd be more careful in the future, particularly with all the threats that Deimos lists off. "If someone gets lost out here... what's their best chances for survival? With all the snow, I don't imagine that finding fresh water is a problem, generally speaking, but what about food? Resources? In a forest, someone could find wood for a fire, for example."
Invisible string
Tying you to me?
Tying you to me?
Lyra
