Your braids like a pattern
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
The Palace soars overhead, towering into the dreary sky. For all that it may be a bit much, it's still pretty, and Lyra finds herself admiring the lines of stone and ice. It doesn't surprise her to hear that it predates Deimos - or anyone else living, for that matter - and she twitches an ear as she considers that it might have been a blessing from Eirachi. She hadn't thought that the seasonal deities gave many blessings - they seem content, mostly, to leave that to the other gods - but perhaps things were different, all those eons ago.
In any case, she considers the offered information before nodding approvingly. It would be a shame for all that space to go to waste, she comments. I'm glad it's used for purposes that benefit all. Thinking back, she adds, Starfall affected Halo quite a lot, didn't it? I think I remember hearing so at the time. Perhaps she should have come then, to see what she could do - but Torchline had had their own problems to solve back then, and her efforts had not been wasted there.
In any case, she considers the offered information before nodding approvingly. It would be a shame for all that space to go to waste, she comments. I'm glad it's used for purposes that benefit all. Thinking back, she adds, Starfall affected Halo quite a lot, didn't it? I think I remember hearing so at the time. Perhaps she should have come then, to see what she could do - but Torchline had had their own problems to solve back then, and her efforts had not been wasted there.
Passed down like folk songs
The love lasts so long
The love lasts so long
Lyra
