Good to be alive
Lyra whispered in her sleep allowing her demons to hear her fears. Pan lay on his bed close by also asleep but no like his partner, he lay quiet. The cool light that lay in her room made her skin seem unusually pale looking. She stirred and woke with a start. The thunder and lighting stormed outside and Pan woke and jumped up on her bed. She looked down at him and petted him; the feel of his fur made her relax.Pan curled up near her side and whispered, "Are you alright Lyra?" She looked down at his gold eyes and said, "Sometimes I am but other times I am so lost."
Kirjava and Will stood in the gazebo looked at the anthrometer. He closed his eyes allowing the storm to swallows his mind. He pointed north and felt himself walking down steps and the storm crashing down on him. Kirjava stood beside him the only steady warmth that chilled on his freezing body. He opened his eyes the gardens were still there but the gazebo was gone and Kirjava looked up at him and said, "Looks like you did it. Can we get some cover?" The storm still lay drizzling down him but he walked towards the college. Her world seemed so different from his but yet it looked the same. He had to find Farther Coram. As he walked the halls of the college, his mind wondered to the paintings and tassels that hung on the walls. Kirjava said, "Lyra once lived in this place Will." Will smiled to himself and then wondered if she had run these halls and been the same old Lyra, he could remember.
Lyra pulled on her cloak and a brown skirt and white blouse. She watched the rain drizzle and knew it would become hard again very soon. She promised Pan that she would stay in the garden. As he looked through the window, she pulled at some plants for their coming days meals so she could salvage what she could. She had bought some meat and fish from the market for the comingtwo weeks earlier the day before so she found herself rather prepared. Looking at the cottage, she smiled; it was her home and no one could take that from her.
Kirjava fallowed Will to the head fathers' corridors after convincing some people to point the direction it was. As Will pushed the door open, he found Father Coram pulling at a book on top of his library wall. He looked down at the intruders and dropped the book.Will grabbed the book from the floor and handed it to Father Coram. The old man hurried down the steps he was shorter than Will had remembered. "Let me make some tea." The man replied.Will sat in chair near the fire and Father grabbed for some tea to put into Will's hands. "You're soaked! I will need to get you some new clothes." He said quietly. He thanked him and asked straight forward, "Where is Lyra?"He looked up from his cup of tea and sighed softly. "Lyra, wow now that's a name I haven't talked about in quite some time."Kirjava lay down by the fire and looked up at Father Coram. "Father Coram, Do you know where she is?" He placed the teacup back on the table and pulled for a book that opened to large maps. "Liya and Pan relay in the far north of this Island. They moved to the coast many years ago when Lyra was 16." He said pointing with his fail hand. Will stood and nodded to Father Coram. "Why did she leave Oxford?"
Father Coram smiled weakly, "Too much sorrow filled her heart."
Lyra placed the vegetables in the cellar, pulled a blanket around her shoulders, and lay near the fire. Pan lay near her his tail dangling from the ledge he had taken over. She talked to him quietly in his ear as she told him her deepest secrets. Then she closed her eyes and let the warmth and the safety of the cottage fill her heart. The storm slowly lightened but dark clouds still rolled in from the south.
Father Coram smiled as he looked over Will. "You look perfect. Now let's see what we will do for transportation." Father Coram said while pulling on some levers to reveal a motorcycle. Will just blinked. "Lyra had these created after she came back. She is the master of this contraption that I would say is a death trap. I suppose you know how this thing works." Will sat on the seat and let the engine reeve. "Thank you for everything Father Coram." Will said behind smiles. "Please be careful and give my best regards to Lyra and Pan."
Kirjava fallowed the motorcycle out of the college and began running as his owned headed north to the coast.
Lyra cooked the vegetables in a stew for her and Pan. The vegetables were cut neatly and the slivers of rabbit were placed in the boiling juices. She watched Pan look at her from his ledge.
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