And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear
Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?
Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?
Lyra joins in the laughter, a wry grin on her face. Love is something that she has experienced in spades, although not, perhaps, the romantic variety. A mother's love for her children is something else entirely, though, and that, she has felt more times than she can count. "I know, right?" she asks, wrinkling her nose. Shrugging her shoulders, she added, "Maybe the ghosts are just mad about losing theirs - you know, 'if I can't have it, neither can you.'"
As for believing in ghosts, Lyra pauses, not wishing to offend Zavien by her lack thereof. She's never been on the brink of death herself, but she can't imagine being stuck here instead of moving on to Mort's halls. "It's sad, really," she says of the ghosts. "If they exist, and they're really stuck... well, maybe one of Mort's demigods could help them move on. I'd hate to be stuck for eternity chasing and terrorizing people - even if the intention is good."
As for believing in ghosts, Lyra pauses, not wishing to offend Zavien by her lack thereof. She's never been on the brink of death herself, but she can't imagine being stuck here instead of moving on to Mort's halls. "It's sad, really," she says of the ghosts. "If they exist, and they're really stuck... well, maybe one of Mort's demigods could help them move on. I'd hate to be stuck for eternity chasing and terrorizing people - even if the intention is good."
