Your braids like a pattern
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Following along, Lyra continues to look around, adding to her mental map of the Citadel as she goes. There is so much more to Halo than she might have assumed, even just within the city itself; she looks forward to exploring it more as time goes on. It reminds her not to make assumptions about other regions and their capabilities - something she already knows, but apparently needs to recall.
In any case, she listens to Deimos's explanation of the flooding, her brows raising at the magnitude of it all. That must have been challenging, she says. I imagine flooding isn't something you see often? Nor have to rescue unsuspecting citizens from, if she is to hazard a guess. Water rescues, as she well knows, are very different from tundra missions.
And then there is more, the destruction of Halo's healing springs. I remember hearing about that, she says. Terrible thing. But at least you've been able to rebuild. Not to discredit any pain or trauma caused by the destruction the Family had wrought, but simply to find a bright side amongst all the bad.
As for whether or not she's visited their island, Lyra shakes her canine head. No. I haven't quite gotten up the courage, and I don't want to go alone. It seems ill-advised to the woman, but then perhaps she is being overcareful.
In any case, she listens to Deimos's explanation of the flooding, her brows raising at the magnitude of it all. That must have been challenging, she says. I imagine flooding isn't something you see often? Nor have to rescue unsuspecting citizens from, if she is to hazard a guess. Water rescues, as she well knows, are very different from tundra missions.
And then there is more, the destruction of Halo's healing springs. I remember hearing about that, she says. Terrible thing. But at least you've been able to rebuild. Not to discredit any pain or trauma caused by the destruction the Family had wrought, but simply to find a bright side amongst all the bad.
As for whether or not she's visited their island, Lyra shakes her canine head. No. I haven't quite gotten up the courage, and I don't want to go alone. It seems ill-advised to the woman, but then perhaps she is being overcareful.
Passed down like folk songs
The love lasts so long
The love lasts so long
Lyra
