Your braids like a pattern
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Being from Torchline has its disadvantages, although in this form, Lyra scarcely notices the cold. Perhaps Safrin knew that she would need warmth in her wanderings, or any number of things that this shift provides her. Just now, she's grateful for her fur coat, which also manages to deflect the worst of the wet.
As Deimos indicates that she knows the merchant by proxy, Lyra glances back at the vendor with a new understanding in her gaze. I see, she says, and means it. It wouldn't be the first time a grateful family member had gifted her something as thanks for her help, and, if the past is any indication, it won't be the last.
Laughing at Deimos's teasing, Lyra offers a canine grin before tearing off a bite of her bread. Perhaps. Are there many bad omens in Halo? We have our share of stories in Torchline, but I'm not familiar with those of other regions.
As Deimos indicates that she knows the merchant by proxy, Lyra glances back at the vendor with a new understanding in her gaze. I see, she says, and means it. It wouldn't be the first time a grateful family member had gifted her something as thanks for her help, and, if the past is any indication, it won't be the last.
Laughing at Deimos's teasing, Lyra offers a canine grin before tearing off a bite of her bread. Perhaps. Are there many bad omens in Halo? We have our share of stories in Torchline, but I'm not familiar with those of other regions.
Passed down like folk songs
The love lasts so long
The love lasts so long
Lyra
