Your braids like a pattern
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Nothing is ever certain in Caido, while true, is perhaps not the reassurance that Lyra is hoping for from the Warden, but she carefully tucks away the unease that rises in her stomach. Starfall is nowhere near here, and there's no need for her to visit it as yet. She can remain in Halo for a time, travel the rest of the world, grow stronger and more prepared - and then, perhaps, she can venture to the Family's island.
Still, at least the island seems to have fallen into disrepair. Notions of blowing it up have Lyra snorting with amusement, wholly unaware that it is not necessarily a joke. The sheer magnitude of such a thing would be a sight to behold, though.
She files away the knowledge that Deimos imparts on Vi's Roses and Rae's Lilies. It seems strange to her that both of those gods should have a flower, and yet she's never heard of Mort's anything. Perhaps that is simply par for the course for the god of death. I will keep an eye out for them on my travels. It's always nice to have access to things with healing properties. She thinks of her ring, and of the use it has already been to her. Especially given the dangers throughout Caido. Lurking at every turn, it sometimes seems.
Still, at least the island seems to have fallen into disrepair. Notions of blowing it up have Lyra snorting with amusement, wholly unaware that it is not necessarily a joke. The sheer magnitude of such a thing would be a sight to behold, though.
She files away the knowledge that Deimos imparts on Vi's Roses and Rae's Lilies. It seems strange to her that both of those gods should have a flower, and yet she's never heard of Mort's anything. Perhaps that is simply par for the course for the god of death. I will keep an eye out for them on my travels. It's always nice to have access to things with healing properties. She thinks of her ring, and of the use it has already been to her. Especially given the dangers throughout Caido. Lurking at every turn, it sometimes seems.
Passed down like folk songs
The love lasts so long
The love lasts so long
Lyra
