08-15-2014, 08:22 PM
This world was unlike the world where Lyra lived. There was color here. It seemed, peaceful. Something Lyra knew as a foreign concept, not something she'd ever known. Her tears had stopped completely as golden eyes jumped from place to place in wonder.
When they stopped on a man with crystal blue eyes approaching, Lyra stepped back, half turning as if ready to run again. He'd stopped though, and so did she. Surely a person in a place like this was not evil. An angel perhaps. This place was a heaven compared to her world of war and chaos.
She blinked at his question. Did she look like she might not be? For the first time since she'd escaped, she looked down at herself. Tears had wet and darkened the silk at the top of her dress, but she'd done well in keeping the fabric off the ground. She lifted it to inspect the bottom. No tears or dirt, but oh, her feet.
It wasn't until she saw them that they actually hurt. Funny how that worked. As far as the bruises, those were always there. They were nothing compared to some of the awful things the monsters of her world had done to her people.
She looked at the man again, though she didn't nod. She was okay, but her feet were cut pretty bad in some places. Lyra couldn't say that though. She merely held the dress up a few inches off of her feet and looked down at them once more, before looking at him again with an expression that might lead one to believe she was questioning if he could help, while also reluctant to trust him. He might also assume her too scared to speak, and that was fine for now.
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