Your braids like a pattern
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Ursur. The word risng through the bond, and Lyra immediately tenses, head swinging in the direction of the cave that houses the beast. She has seen only the dead one hauled to the Citadel by Deimos and his hunters, but it had been massive. She remembers its decaying stench and the sight of its tusks, and as the Warden instructs them all away from the creature's lair, Lyra can't help but let out a sigh of relief. Then she is back on task, focused now on the person that they can still save.
She bounds quickly over the snow on Deimos's heels, heading for the hunter and the boulder he hides behind. As they approach, she slow enough to find her pack on the sled and leaps, landing atop the pile to snag at it. With it in her mouth, she pads towards the hunter, tail wagging as though to indicate that she is no threat. Once beside the man, she drops the pack into the snow, nudging it towards him in the hopes that he might open it and find a blanket, or some bandages, or some food or water.
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Lyra grabs her pack off the sled and approaches the man, attempting to get him to open the bag for a blanket, bandages, or food/water.
She bounds quickly over the snow on Deimos's heels, heading for the hunter and the boulder he hides behind. As they approach, she slow enough to find her pack on the sled and leaps, landing atop the pile to snag at it. With it in her mouth, she pads towards the hunter, tail wagging as though to indicate that she is no threat. Once beside the man, she drops the pack into the snow, nudging it towards him in the hopes that he might open it and find a blanket, or some bandages, or some food or water.
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Lyra grabs her pack off the sled and approaches the man, attempting to get him to open the bag for a blanket, bandages, or food/water.
Passed down like folk songs
The love lasts so long
The love lasts so long
Lyra
