l y r a SHE IS MADE OF MOONBEAMS AND STARDUST Lyra merely inclined her head slightly when Aislinn mentioned that she was alright. No matter if the blue-black coated mare knew Aislinn..or anyone well, she didn't want anyone to be in pain. To feel miserable. Lyra knew how that felt, to feel so distraught and..lost to the point of losing oneself. It had taken her months of traveling far from her own homeland to even resemble a somewhat 'whole' person. Perhaps that was why she had been made into the Champion of Community, perhaps the Crow King had seen something hidden there that she hadn't found. Only time would tell she guessed if she was capable of the task. However right now what she wanted most was..a friend. Even having just one would be amazing to her. With a small shake of her head to clear away the dark thoughts that threatened to overcome her she turned her silvery gaze back to the pegasus at her side. 'Are you lonely, dear?' "In a way..yes. I feel at home here, more than I ever did in the place of my birth. Still I am not very good at making friends it would seem." A soft chuckle left her lips albeit full of sadness. "speaking" @Aislinn I'm so sorry this is utter poop. :c |
