Your braids like a pattern
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Lyra's relief that they will not be splitting up is immediate and strong, flowing quickly through the Attuned bond before she reins it in to refocus on her task. She stands steadily in place, sniffing between the two scent trails, unwilling to pace between them for fear of destroying any evidence that they might need. One trail leads away, and after a moment, a cry from one of the avian members of their group comes through: a survivor, it seems, and Lyra's heart lurches painfully. Will that be the only survivor, or will they find the others, too?
The other trail leads in the direction of the cave that the other bird has found, and it doesn't take long for him to relay additional findings. There's something inside, something that the bird doesn't like. She can hear the intensity of his voice and immediately shifts back and forth, aching to do something as quickly as possible, but knowing that moving too quickly can spell disaster. Does the person seem to be in immediate danger? she asked Calypso. If not, we might be able to rescue them quickly and avoid splitting our attention between two groups.
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Lyra suggests rescuing Calypso's person before delving into Marcus's cave.
The other trail leads in the direction of the cave that the other bird has found, and it doesn't take long for him to relay additional findings. There's something inside, something that the bird doesn't like. She can hear the intensity of his voice and immediately shifts back and forth, aching to do something as quickly as possible, but knowing that moving too quickly can spell disaster. Does the person seem to be in immediate danger? she asked Calypso. If not, we might be able to rescue them quickly and avoid splitting our attention between two groups.
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Lyra suggests rescuing Calypso's person before delving into Marcus's cave.
Passed down like folk songs
The love lasts so long
The love lasts so long
Lyra
