Noah's vigilance is noted by the dog trotting alongside, though she elects to say nothing about it. If anything, she appreciates the lengths that it seemed the man is willing to go to in order to keep his companions safe. For her part, she feels quite comfortable, even in the icy weather, even in the wilds of Halo, because she knows, deep in her bones, that Noah will not allow any harm to befall her.
The shrine, when they arrive, rises from the forest floor, tucked into a little alcove that protects them from the worst of the weather. A gilded star crowns an archway that frames a fountain at the heart of the shrine, water spilling in tiers through flowers that soften the stonework and bring a hint of color into a space otherwise dominated by greys and silvers and golds.
It's beautiful.
Lyra shifts; as a human once more, she tucks an errant strand of hair behind her ear. "I think you've accomplished that," she says softly, gaze fixed on the shrine. "It feels... personal. I can tell how much effort you've devoted." It's in the careful placement of the stones, the polish of the gilded star, the intention in the chosen colors of blooms. It bleeds from the very air, and Lyra feels suddenly blessed to have simply been invited to visit.
The shrine, when they arrive, rises from the forest floor, tucked into a little alcove that protects them from the worst of the weather. A gilded star crowns an archway that frames a fountain at the heart of the shrine, water spilling in tiers through flowers that soften the stonework and bring a hint of color into a space otherwise dominated by greys and silvers and golds.
It's beautiful.
Lyra shifts; as a human once more, she tucks an errant strand of hair behind her ear. "I think you've accomplished that," she says softly, gaze fixed on the shrine. "It feels... personal. I can tell how much effort you've devoted." It's in the careful placement of the stones, the polish of the gilded star, the intention in the chosen colors of blooms. It bleeds from the very air, and Lyra feels suddenly blessed to have simply been invited to visit.
lyra
Who could ever leave me darling... but who could stay?
