Your braids like a pattern
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Lyra snorts at the answer, shaking her canine head. Freezing might be considered warm to a Halovian, but to her, it's scarcely better than the subzero temperatures that are standard for the tundra. Well, it's better than nothing, she says, amusement evident in her tone. She means no disrespect - of course such a feat is remarkable, and she doesn't wish to belittle the accomplishment. She would just personally prefer warmth over cold.
They pause beside a bread merchant, and Deimos is quickly rewarded with a loaf of bread. Lyra laughs, surprised by this development, before accepting the piece offered to her. Does everyone in Halo know you, when you're shifted? she asks curiously. Or do they often feed random hellhounds?
As for Safrin, Lyra listens intently, making notes for what she might bring the next time she tries to visit the goddess. Thank you, she says, and means it wholeheartedly. That's very helpful.
They pause beside a bread merchant, and Deimos is quickly rewarded with a loaf of bread. Lyra laughs, surprised by this development, before accepting the piece offered to her. Does everyone in Halo know you, when you're shifted? she asks curiously. Or do they often feed random hellhounds?
As for Safrin, Lyra listens intently, making notes for what she might bring the next time she tries to visit the goddess. Thank you, she says, and means it wholeheartedly. That's very helpful.
Passed down like folk songs
The love lasts so long
The love lasts so long
Lyra
