This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
This is the worthwhile fight
Lyra might have pointed out that her cove isn't far now, but she's too enamored by the shift in front of her to give voice to any potential protest. Noah stands in the surf - no, that's not right, he's standing atop the surf, glistening blue-silver scales laced with gold shimmering in the sunlight. His flowing, golden mane and tail stir gracefully in the ever-present sea breezes, and twin horns twist skyward from atop his powerful head.
The woman stares, mouth forming a small 'o' as she takes this form in. It's beautiful, and after a moment of staring, she manages to shake herself out of her stupor. "That's amazing!" she tells him cheerfully. A stomp of a hoof sends a splash her way, and Lyra laughs, delighted. "And very handy. But how am I going to -"
But then Noah is lowering himself to the surface of the water, and Lyra realizes that he means for her to climb aboard. Shaking her head in disbelief, she steps closer, reaching up to place her hands on the smooth scales of Noah's back. Then, before she can think too much about what she's doing, she jumps lightly in place, then leaps, using her arms to lift herself out of the water and (rather gracelessly) settle on his back. "At least there's water to catch me if I fall," she jokes aloud, wrapping her hands tightly in his golden mane and doing her best to ignore the sudden nervous fluttering of her heart.
The woman stares, mouth forming a small 'o' as she takes this form in. It's beautiful, and after a moment of staring, she manages to shake herself out of her stupor. "That's amazing!" she tells him cheerfully. A stomp of a hoof sends a splash her way, and Lyra laughs, delighted. "And very handy. But how am I going to -"
But then Noah is lowering himself to the surface of the water, and Lyra realizes that he means for her to climb aboard. Shaking her head in disbelief, she steps closer, reaching up to place her hands on the smooth scales of Noah's back. Then, before she can think too much about what she's doing, she jumps lightly in place, then leaps, using her arms to lift herself out of the water and (rather gracelessly) settle on his back. "At least there's water to catch me if I fall," she jokes aloud, wrapping her hands tightly in his golden mane and doing her best to ignore the sudden nervous fluttering of her heart.
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
Unless you play it good and right
Lyra
