08-24-2014, 10:05 PM
Lyra stayed beside and slightly beyond Kurako. She was also noticing the other's fancy dress. They didn't have clothes or fabrics like those in her world. They were beautiful. Lyra wanted to touch the dress, but she would never do such a thing.
She frowned lightly at Kurako's words. Had he been tired of waiting? She'd not realized that that was why they ventured off to find Solaris. In fact, she hadn't really wanted to come and find him at all. Nevertheless, they were here, and all seemed well.
When Solaris handed her the shoes, she watched them reluctantly, as if they might be some kind of poisonous shoe. Finally she reached out and gently took hold of them. Her fingers accidentally brushed him, and images flooded Lyra. Her eyes went blank for a long moment as she stared at Solaris, though she wasn't seeing him.
Her features turned into worry and fear as she came out of the vision, and she cast her golden eyes to the ground, pulling the shoes to her body to clutch them with both hands. Something bad was going to happen. Lyra flinched when Solaris reached a hand up to his own head.
Should she tell the others? She couldn't. Lyra stepped back again, putting Kurako between her and the others, particularly Solaris. She suddenly seemed more wary of him than before. Those images. They had something to do with Solaris, or she wouldn't have seen them when she touched him. But why? And how?
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