And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
All along there was some
Lyra listens to the list of weapons, considering each and discarding a few. Of the options Deimos provides, knives and darts stick out the most to Lyra, particularly if spelled to be able to recall them easily. Small and easy to carry and conceal, they would fit her particular lifestyle the best - far better than something large and heavy, like a spear. ”I would need to practice with them a great deal,” Lyra muses aloud, eyes distant as she considers the implications. ”But perhaps knives. They seem the most fitting for what I need, given that they can be used in so many different ways.” Up close, from a distance (with a retrieval charm, of course), and even coated with poisons or sedatives if she’s creative enough. ”Thank you,” she adds. ”I will see to getting something made.”
In the meantime, though, they are approaching the Citadel, and Lyra is not keen to linger and take up even more of Deimos’s time - but she does want to ensure that her patients are seen to properly, so she glances back over the party one last time. ”Will you be alright when we are within the Citadel walls?” she asks. ”I can assist with further healing, if needed, but I don’t want to be in the way.”
In the meantime, though, they are approaching the Citadel, and Lyra is not keen to linger and take up even more of Deimos’s time - but she does want to ensure that her patients are seen to properly, so she glances back over the party one last time. ”Will you be alright when we are within the Citadel walls?” she asks. ”I can assist with further healing, if needed, but I don’t want to be in the way.”
Invisible string
Tying you to me?
Tying you to me?
Lyra
