Your braids like a pattern
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
If Lyra notices that they are winding towards the food stalls, it only serves to please her; she could certainly stand to eat, and the smells coming from that general direction are divine. They make their way past various other merchants, and eventually come upon the first of many food sellers. Lyra wonders if she can get away with using puppy eyes at a merchant for free food, but with Deimos as her escort, she decides against testing it. Besides, if it's anything like Torchline, most of the food vendors will be more likely to chase her off than offer her anything to try.
Oh, really? Lyra asks, interest piqued, food momentarily forgotten in her pursuit of knowledge. She's wonderful, isn't she? Warmth and devotion bleed through her words and through the bond; it seems as though Safrin has secured another follower, and Lyra is nothing if not loyal. The goddess has done more for her than she could have ever dreamed. Lyra is in her debt, but she doesn't mind. Safrin had been so kind - almost maternal - that Lyra can't imagine any negative outcome to her devotion.
Oh, really? Lyra asks, interest piqued, food momentarily forgotten in her pursuit of knowledge. She's wonderful, isn't she? Warmth and devotion bleed through her words and through the bond; it seems as though Safrin has secured another follower, and Lyra is nothing if not loyal. The goddess has done more for her than she could have ever dreamed. Lyra is in her debt, but she doesn't mind. Safrin had been so kind - almost maternal - that Lyra can't imagine any negative outcome to her devotion.
Passed down like folk songs
The love lasts so long
The love lasts so long
Lyra
