Your braids like a pattern
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Lyra chuckles at Deimos's joking tone. Halo is growing on me despite the cold, she teases. There's certainly more to it than I realized, at first. When all she'd seen was the snow and ice and lingering chill, and the dangers to be beheld out on the tundra. But there was more to the region, more to its people, and their hardiness, their determination to survive, is something that she can appreciate.
As for King's End, the dog nods her head. I've been briefly, she says, voice turning thoughtful. I've heard tales of dangerous creatures that guard the tombs. Though I suppose every region has its dangers, hmm? Certainly there are environmental challenges in every region, and flora and fauna that pose unique challenges. She's learned that already, simply from the research she did before leaving Torchline.
As for King's End, the dog nods her head. I've been briefly, she says, voice turning thoughtful. I've heard tales of dangerous creatures that guard the tombs. Though I suppose every region has its dangers, hmm? Certainly there are environmental challenges in every region, and flora and fauna that pose unique challenges. She's learned that already, simply from the research she did before leaving Torchline.
Passed down like folk songs
The love lasts so long
The love lasts so long
Lyra
