Waiting to long

By: Lighthope1

After her long walk on the cliffs with Pan, Lyra got to work. The day held up rather well; Lyra got most of the gardening tended to and fixed the fence so other creatures could not reach her vegetables. Pan limbered from the small trees that surrounded the garden, chattering to Lyra as she focused on the chicken wire. Lyra was all muddy, her hair a mess of a tumble and had dirt streaks on her face. The sun was heading to the ground, setting in the distance. She walked to the kitchen to pour some fresh water with lemon and sat on her deck facing the ocean. Pan clung to the railing watching her with pure content. "Lyra, what are you thinking about?" he asked quietly.

She laughed softly and said, "Just thinking of how much you and I have been through. It makes me so happy we got the new start here and look at this cottage now." Pan nodded and limbered over to her seat and wrapped into a small ball and closed his eyes. She felt his rise and fall of breath and heartbeat.

Will rode the bike up the North road. He took breaks in the day for Kirjava's sake and his own. The heat was horrible almost unbearable, even this far north. The farther inland the worse it was but from what he heard, the Hawk cliffs were not like that. The wind caught in the cliffs and kept everything cooler. Sometimes they would run into travelers but it was rare. He could not believe how long this journey was from Herthbrook. He wondered, if there had been some mistake or shortcut he missed. The sun began to lower and over another hill came the cliffs. He saw hawks fluttering off high perches and the sun dancing on the rocks and ocean. It astounded him. As he looked over the cliff shoreline, a cottage and small hut came into view. He whistled to Kirjava and rived the bike then sped towards the cottage. As he got closer, he saw there hut and cottage were two different properties and that the bigger of the two had a garden with tons of trees.

He slowed the bike and stopped it in front of the house. Kirjava reached him and stood at his feet still breathing heavily. A shadow of someone came beside the garage. Their hair was down and face hidden in the shadows and a long object gripped in their hand.

Lyra had finally relaxed, her day could not be any better. Pan suddenly woke and tensed up. Lyra looked around but did not hear anything or see anything. She still sat in her work clothes and signaled to Pan to get on her shoulder. She got up slowly and finally heard the rumbling of a vehicle almost same sound as her bike. She walked slowly around the porch to the small garage she had picked up a long stick in defense. Lyra held the stick in a death grip and slowly moved in the shadows to the intruders.

She came out of the shadows, and yelled, "Who are you? What do you want? Are you lost?" The man stood his ground, his hair in a messy tousle, he wore the traditional oxford clothes but his daemon looked very familiar. He raised his eyes to look straight into her and she dropped the stick almost immediately. "Will?" she whispered almost too afraid to say his name.

Will stood watching her reaction to him. His breath was gone like before at the first sight of the cliffs. Between her worn work dress and smudged face, he found his Lyra. Kirjava and Pan ignored there other halves and immediately met with pure happiness. Will smiled and stepped towards her slowly.

Lyra felt an old wound opening up and she could not stop it. Now, she did not care how she felt all she cared about was Will, standing in front of her. She felt her boots hit the ground and she the image of Will coming closer.

Will grabbed her as she ran into his arm. He smelt her hair and smiled. Same old Lyra smell, he locked his arms and kissed her forehead. "Long time?" he whispered.

OK I stop at this moment. Do not think its all love…bcs something that will change Lyra's world will soon begin.

Lighthope1