This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
This is the worthwhile fight
They continue to wade through the shallows, Lyra hanging on to every word even as she keeps an eye out for any dangers lurking beneath the waves. "I imagine I could," she agrees, pursing her lips in thought. "And perhaps I will, one day." For now, though, she was rather less lonely than she had been as an orphaned child, though no less prone to flights of fancy. Besides, she had other things she wished to quest for - items that could help her do her job better, that could strengthen her so that she could help more people.
The cloud manta drifts off into the distance, and Lyra watches it go. The water crashing around their legs grew rougher, and Lyra noted the way that Noah blocked the worst of the waves to lessen their impact on her. It was sweet, really, and she subtly moved closer to shore, hoping to get out of the worst of the rough surf.
Suddenly, Noah is asking about her horseback riding proficiency, and Lyra frowns in confusion as she says, "Only on rare occasion." She peers up at Noah curiously. "But I'm all ears."
The cloud manta drifts off into the distance, and Lyra watches it go. The water crashing around their legs grew rougher, and Lyra noted the way that Noah blocked the worst of the waves to lessen their impact on her. It was sweet, really, and she subtly moved closer to shore, hoping to get out of the worst of the rough surf.
Suddenly, Noah is asking about her horseback riding proficiency, and Lyra frowns in confusion as she says, "Only on rare occasion." She peers up at Noah curiously. "But I'm all ears."
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
Unless you play it good and right
Lyra
