Your braids like a pattern
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Instinct is strong for Lyra in this form, perhaps because she only has one shift with which to attune herself (haha attune get it). She lowers her muzzle to the ground and begins to sift through the many scents of the forest. Beneath the damp soil and sharp pine sap, she finds something musky and foreign. Perhaps that is luxere.
It seems that she is correct, and she feels a swell of pride at Noah's praise. Still, the work is not yet done, and she plods steadily along after the polar bear, following her nose until the trail splits. She ranges a few steps to the left, taking in the scents; then she repeats the process on the right. When she returns to sit briefly in the dirt beside Nova, she cocks her head to one side. I can't tell if there's a difference in the trails, she admits. So, all things equal, left sounds good to me. And perhaps, if they are wrong, there is a learning experience in the mistake.
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Lyra agrees with left!
It seems that she is correct, and she feels a swell of pride at Noah's praise. Still, the work is not yet done, and she plods steadily along after the polar bear, following her nose until the trail splits. She ranges a few steps to the left, taking in the scents; then she repeats the process on the right. When she returns to sit briefly in the dirt beside Nova, she cocks her head to one side. I can't tell if there's a difference in the trails, she admits. So, all things equal, left sounds good to me. And perhaps, if they are wrong, there is a learning experience in the mistake.
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Lyra agrees with left!
Passed down like folk songs
The love lasts so long
The love lasts so long
Lyra
