”Well, when you put it like that…” Lyra says, amusement as evident in her voice as her gratitude. ”I’m Lyra,” she adds quickly, because Danta is already sketching a bow and shifting in a leap that takes him up into the sky. He circles a few times, then glides over to the entrance to the Labyrinth, croaking her for to follow. She laughs, marveling at her good fortune, and hurries along.
The first stretch of the Labyrinth is simple enough: a straight row, which Lyra trots down as quickly as seems prudent. For a few steps, nothing branches off - but then she reaches a hedge directly in front of her, and the path branches off to the right and the left. Looking up for her gore crow guide, she calls, ”All right then, which way, Danta?”
The first stretch of the Labyrinth is simple enough: a straight row, which Lyra trots down as quickly as seems prudent. For a few steps, nothing branches off - but then she reaches a hedge directly in front of her, and the path branches off to the right and the left. Looking up for her gore crow guide, she calls, ”All right then, which way, Danta?”
Lyra
Too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet
