Alius stayed on the bench after Lyra had gone, grateful that no one was
walking by. She took out an antique necklace, from under her new-old cloths
from the clothesline. She rubbed its surface distractedly; trying to
remember the words her father's friend Serafina Pekkala had taught her.
Shinzui sat as a rabbit, on the empty space next to her, and looked at the necklace. They stared at it; Alius lost deep in thought, and her daemon slightly uncomfortably, thinking so hard.
"Just call her!" he said finally. "Tell her it's an emergency!"
Alius nodded and yelled, "Serafina Pekkala! Please hear me and come! It's an emergency! Please hurry! Be here in half an hour. Please we don't have long."
He and her daemon sat there, breathing in the feeling of being a child playing in the Oxford streets. She longed to play with all the other street children, and reasoned that her witch friend would be able to find her wherever she was.
"Alius… Let's not. What if Lyra comes here and we're gone?"
"Then she's SoL."
"Alius!"
"Whatever. Let's go."
Her daemon wanted to go too, and he knew if would be to no avail to argue with Alius. He gave in quickly, and the two ran off into the Oxford evening.
Lyra was wandering around the grounds of Jordan College, since Saint Sofia's was so far away. She had already greeted all of the servants, and met the new kitchen children. She was a bit bitter to them, because she couldn't help but think that they were only there to take the place of Roger.
She walked into the cellars, and tasted some gourmet wine. Then she returned to the market, and listen to a minstrel sing with Pantalaimon curled around her neck.
As she walked back towards The Garden, she as started to see a black shape fly overhead. There were cries of astonishment form the people in the crowd, but Lyra knew who it was. She raced after Serafina Pekkala, knowing that it would be useless to yell at her, since she wasn't as loud as some of the mean dirty things some of the men were shouting after her. She turned, now a block away from the witch and panting, and made her way towards the business district of Oxford.
A/n: I'm sorry this was a short chapter, but I promise the next one will be longer. Tell me what you think about my story in a review, or feel free to email me. Thanks!
Shinzui sat as a rabbit, on the empty space next to her, and looked at the necklace. They stared at it; Alius lost deep in thought, and her daemon slightly uncomfortably, thinking so hard.
"Just call her!" he said finally. "Tell her it's an emergency!"
Alius nodded and yelled, "Serafina Pekkala! Please hear me and come! It's an emergency! Please hurry! Be here in half an hour. Please we don't have long."
He and her daemon sat there, breathing in the feeling of being a child playing in the Oxford streets. She longed to play with all the other street children, and reasoned that her witch friend would be able to find her wherever she was.
"Alius… Let's not. What if Lyra comes here and we're gone?"
"Then she's SoL."
"Alius!"
"Whatever. Let's go."
Her daemon wanted to go too, and he knew if would be to no avail to argue with Alius. He gave in quickly, and the two ran off into the Oxford evening.
Lyra was wandering around the grounds of Jordan College, since Saint Sofia's was so far away. She had already greeted all of the servants, and met the new kitchen children. She was a bit bitter to them, because she couldn't help but think that they were only there to take the place of Roger.
She walked into the cellars, and tasted some gourmet wine. Then she returned to the market, and listen to a minstrel sing with Pantalaimon curled around her neck.
As she walked back towards The Garden, she as started to see a black shape fly overhead. There were cries of astonishment form the people in the crowd, but Lyra knew who it was. She raced after Serafina Pekkala, knowing that it would be useless to yell at her, since she wasn't as loud as some of the mean dirty things some of the men were shouting after her. She turned, now a block away from the witch and panting, and made her way towards the business district of Oxford.
A/n: I'm sorry this was a short chapter, but I promise the next one will be longer. Tell me what you think about my story in a review, or feel free to email me. Thanks!
