[It's purring]

“QUEEN COME LOOK AT THE WONDEROUS BEAST”

“WE MUST KEEP THEM”

Lyra holds the cat, petting them and making cooing noises

She did not know whether the abundant amount of water would actually be safe to drink and wasn't willing to risk it.

She dragged herself out of bed, every bone in her body screaming at her, yet she somehow made it outside of the room, leaning against a wall for several minutes before continuing on. Eventually finding a room full of very promising barrels after about half an hour of searching.

Everything hurt, her head spun, and her vision kept fading in and out. She needed that water and fast.

Lyra found the nearest upright barrel prying the top off, salt, exactly the opposite of what she needed now. Another, assorted nuts, another, honey. But no water. She went to the next room also full of barrels, taking the lid off one she finally finally found water. Carefully using her hands she scooped some up to drink before sealing the lid on tight.

Surely it'd be ok if she just rested here for a little bit... right?

.

.

.

She fell asleep

Lyra lays on the ground, curled into a ball. Whimpering in pain. Her wings folding protectively over herself.

She felt her pulse beat heavier as time went on. She felt her body grow tenser. Her mind grow more and more paranoid. Then, ready to grieve more fully (rather than the grief done while Lyra was still alive), but...

No.

She felt it.

Suddenly. A mile or two away.

And so she went towards it, as fast as she could, only to find Lyra asleep.

She sat beside the moth, and took deep breaths.

Lyra was safe.

She let the relief calm her.

@pluralhornet

Lyra twitched in her sleep from a nightmare. Her wings flattened to her back.

Is this truuuue?

Er.

she

was…

Bright light washing over her. She looked around, calm. Until she saw the orange glow in the corners of her vision but whenever she turned around there was nothing just more sprawling emptiness, and then it was creeping up her body, vines and bubbles of infection. Trapping her freezing her in place. Covering her mouth and eyes until she couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe. When her grandmothers voice echoed through her mind

“YOU ALWAYS WERE A WEAK ONE WEREN’T YOU”

Lyra jolted awake

It wasn’t her

It couldn’t be her she was dead

It was just a dream

[He focuses his brain waves and casts Massive Mossgrub!!!!]

[Massive Mossgrub be upon ye!!]

Lyra looked down at herself, words were a little harder to get out but still possible

“Queen… would you still love me if I was a worm, it’s rather urgent I’m afraid”

Still unconscious

Dreams of being torn apart by the wraiths again and again.

Her wings falling off

Being alone

Being lost

Wandering in circles for hours

But she’s still there on the floor

Where the wraiths left her