Your braids like a pattern
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Lyra looks around as they continue their walk, filling in a mental map of the Citadel and all that they pass by. Each new thing is impressive, and she feels questions bubbling up as they continue on. Still, she is sure that Deimos has to be tiring of her by now, so she keeps her queries to herself. Maybe she'll ask Noah, or find some new Halovian friends to pester.
In the meantime, though, she keeps time with Deimos's longer strides, trotting alongside him with her tongue lolling out, every bit the picture of the happy-go-lucky dog. He confirms her suspicions that everywhere in Caido has its own dangers, and she nods solemnly. I suppose that's true of most things in life, she commented. Although sometimes I wonder if it is whether we are willing or able to put up with things. Or maybe both.
In the meantime, though, she keeps time with Deimos's longer strides, trotting alongside him with her tongue lolling out, every bit the picture of the happy-go-lucky dog. He confirms her suspicions that everywhere in Caido has its own dangers, and she nods solemnly. I suppose that's true of most things in life, she commented. Although sometimes I wonder if it is whether we are willing or able to put up with things. Or maybe both.
Passed down like folk songs
The love lasts so long
The love lasts so long
Lyra
