l y r a SHE IS MADE OF MOONBEAMS AND STARDUST If there was one thing Lyra had been feeling at that moment it was cold. Winter had taken over the lands, and while the lack of wind and the rather pitiful midday sun was certainly helping, she was feeling far too chilly for her own comfort. The prairie also seemed to reflect the change in weather as the ground was a bit icy and the tiny rocks that littered the entire floor seemed to be a bit colder than they really should have been on these hills. Her initial movements within the sideralis prairie were a bit rushed, and lacked any notion of calmness. She was trying to generate, and keep, a little heat from the natural process of it being generated from her own muscles, rather than trying to huddle somewhere and simply not move, which not only seemed unproductive and hence stupid, but it also wasn't freezing, and she considered that doing just that would be overreacting. Though, maybe she was overreacting herself. Whenever winter had just rolled around she always had a bit of a habit of making it a bigger deal than it was, and as she walked, rather quickly, through the land she couldn't help but think of that herself. Did she really need to make such a big deal out of it, after all the weather was only going to get worse from that moment on. In a matter of seconds dozen more thoughts raced through her mind, causing her own pace to slow until it was a slow rock, and anyone who found her would simply see her wondering in thought. She had a lot to think about besides just cold weather in fact. After her talk with Reichenbach..she came to realize she would need help as Champion of Community, even her King suggested she find a council of four others to help her reach everyone that needed their voice to be heard. But who could do it? She hadn't a clue yet. "speaking" @Nerissa here's our thread! <3 |
