Lyra looked out the window at the moon, bathing the field in a white, blue
light. The trees swayed in the gentle summer breeze. Lyra could feel the
cool night air on her face. How it reminded her of that one night with Will
in the mulefa's world. She missed the adventure. Life at St. Sophia's was
so dull compared to her journey with Will.
"I wonder where Will is right now," she said to Pantalaimon, "I miss him so much."
A tear rolled down her cheek. Pantalaimon curled up closer to Lyra. The large tears were making his fur wet but he needed to be close to Lyra. He knew she needed him.
"It's so hard, Pan, without him," she shook with sobs, "It's not fair!"
"If we hadn't gone after Roger, none of this would've happened," Pantalaimon said.
"We didn't even save him Pan, we just went and got him killed," she sobbed.
"If we hadn't left for the North we never would have met Will," Pan said, "Wouldn't that have been worse. Not ever knowing him."
"But - But we, we just were," she paused, "and then - Then were torn apart. I don't think I'll ever love someone again, Pan, never."
Pan licked her tear stained face. He couldn't stand seeing Lyra so sad. Her face was so distressed. Pan almost wanted Will to be there just so the sparkle and the excitement would come back to Lyra's eyes. They now brimmed with sorrow, longing for something she couldn't have.
"Come on, we have to get to sleep," Pantalaimon whispered, "How are you ever going to read the alethiometer again if we stay up half the night talking? We need to forget him, otherwise we will never have a decent sleep again," Pan was always so logical.
"I'm never going to forget, Pan. Don't you remember how wonderful, it was, when we kissed. Don't you remember?" Lyra asked.
"I'm trying not to. It not just you, you know. I miss him just as much as you do. We just need to face the facts. We en't going to see him again." Pan stated, "We should just remember how glorious it was but we need to get over it."
Lyra nodded and forced back another sob. She felt a lump in her throat, if she said one more word, she would burst into tears. Her head lay on the pillow, soaked with tears. Lyra lay there for a minute, listening to the wind rustling the trees, and to the sound of Pantalaimon sighing.
"Maybe there's a way, Pan, to talk to him. . . or. . . visit, maybe. . ." her voice grew softer and softer until both girl and dæmon were fast asleep.
"I wonder where Will is right now," she said to Pantalaimon, "I miss him so much."
A tear rolled down her cheek. Pantalaimon curled up closer to Lyra. The large tears were making his fur wet but he needed to be close to Lyra. He knew she needed him.
"It's so hard, Pan, without him," she shook with sobs, "It's not fair!"
"If we hadn't gone after Roger, none of this would've happened," Pantalaimon said.
"We didn't even save him Pan, we just went and got him killed," she sobbed.
"If we hadn't left for the North we never would have met Will," Pan said, "Wouldn't that have been worse. Not ever knowing him."
"But - But we, we just were," she paused, "and then - Then were torn apart. I don't think I'll ever love someone again, Pan, never."
Pan licked her tear stained face. He couldn't stand seeing Lyra so sad. Her face was so distressed. Pan almost wanted Will to be there just so the sparkle and the excitement would come back to Lyra's eyes. They now brimmed with sorrow, longing for something she couldn't have.
"Come on, we have to get to sleep," Pantalaimon whispered, "How are you ever going to read the alethiometer again if we stay up half the night talking? We need to forget him, otherwise we will never have a decent sleep again," Pan was always so logical.
"I'm never going to forget, Pan. Don't you remember how wonderful, it was, when we kissed. Don't you remember?" Lyra asked.
"I'm trying not to. It not just you, you know. I miss him just as much as you do. We just need to face the facts. We en't going to see him again." Pan stated, "We should just remember how glorious it was but we need to get over it."
Lyra nodded and forced back another sob. She felt a lump in her throat, if she said one more word, she would burst into tears. Her head lay on the pillow, soaked with tears. Lyra lay there for a minute, listening to the wind rustling the trees, and to the sound of Pantalaimon sighing.
"Maybe there's a way, Pan, to talk to him. . . or. . . visit, maybe. . ." her voice grew softer and softer until both girl and dæmon were fast asleep.