21 February 2021, 04:32 PM
A basket of dried flowers and other trinkets seemed such a frivolous gift, but it was the kind of thing she knew that Eden would appreciate. Far be it from Lyra to care for the misguided tastes of others, however, given all that Eden had done for her in her times of need, it was the least she could do.
Finding the Cleric absent at her home, the Conserje quickly deduced that she might be found at her business. The Clinic was not a long walk from the Ruins, but the snowy fields and bitter coastal wind made it seem as far as Portland. Sometimes the cloud cover painted the mountains at the back of her thoughts, and Lyra had to look at the homes dotted with smoke to reassure herself that there would be no Outsiders materializing from the frost.
The winter dragged on, and still no news came of their mysterious assailant.
Lyra found herself dreaming of spring. She wanted to rid herself of the reminders that lay in every snowflake, in every cloaked rider that came in from the cold. That was not practical, of course.
"Eden," She called at the entrance, knocking only once with her good hand before letting herself inside. She was greeted by a crackling fire and an otherwise empty, but clean, space. Between the fastidious Argive and the gentle Eden, it stood to reason that their shared enterprise would look so adequately kept. She had hoped that her last visit there would be, well, her last, but she accepted returning on her terms this time around.
Shedding her thick fur coat and throwing it over the nearest chair, she came to the hearth and sat her basket down on a table. As she began to sort through the various goodies she'd brought, she said, "I know you're here, my dear. I do not like to be kept waiting, and in this case, neither should you."
Finding the Cleric absent at her home, the Conserje quickly deduced that she might be found at her business. The Clinic was not a long walk from the Ruins, but the snowy fields and bitter coastal wind made it seem as far as Portland. Sometimes the cloud cover painted the mountains at the back of her thoughts, and Lyra had to look at the homes dotted with smoke to reassure herself that there would be no Outsiders materializing from the frost.
The winter dragged on, and still no news came of their mysterious assailant.
Lyra found herself dreaming of spring. She wanted to rid herself of the reminders that lay in every snowflake, in every cloaked rider that came in from the cold. That was not practical, of course.
"Eden," She called at the entrance, knocking only once with her good hand before letting herself inside. She was greeted by a crackling fire and an otherwise empty, but clean, space. Between the fastidious Argive and the gentle Eden, it stood to reason that their shared enterprise would look so adequately kept. She had hoped that her last visit there would be, well, her last, but she accepted returning on her terms this time around.
Shedding her thick fur coat and throwing it over the nearest chair, she came to the hearth and sat her basket down on a table. As she began to sort through the various goodies she'd brought, she said, "I know you're here, my dear. I do not like to be kept waiting, and in this case, neither should you."
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