Your braids like a pattern
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
The sudden activity surrounding the downed man is surprising even to Lyra, who has come to expect this kind of response to finding survivors on her many search and rescue missions. Perhaps it has something to do with the tundra being so very desolate and unforgiving, or maybe she's just used to working alone - but as the others spring into action, something warm spreads through her chest as she begins to hope that they can indeed find the rest of the hunting party before something more dire befalls them.
As Calypso helps the man onto the sled, Lyra follows behind doggedly with her blanket, waiting for him to be settled before tucking it in along the edges of the sled as best she can without shifting back into a human. Then she tucks her pack in beside him, in case he should feel inclined to dig for food, water, or bandages, and turns her attention back to Marcus - who has seemingly found two more somethings, though he's yet to determine exactly what they are.
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Lyra helps ol' Bucket onto the sled and covers him with a blanket, then waits for further instruction.
As Calypso helps the man onto the sled, Lyra follows behind doggedly with her blanket, waiting for him to be settled before tucking it in along the edges of the sled as best she can without shifting back into a human. Then she tucks her pack in beside him, in case he should feel inclined to dig for food, water, or bandages, and turns her attention back to Marcus - who has seemingly found two more somethings, though he's yet to determine exactly what they are.
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Lyra helps ol' Bucket onto the sled and covers him with a blanket, then waits for further instruction.
Passed down like folk songs
The love lasts so long
The love lasts so long
Lyra
