Lyra glanced at the crowd surrounding her.
How many of them are part of the Guard?
How many have weapons?
Where is Braun?
Most of the faces that peered at her seemed …. concerned.
Well, that certainly doesn't bear well for how this is going to go.
There was a young man who reminded her of Ricoshey, mostly because his face was filled with panic she was sure would be reflected on her son face.
She glanced at the woman to the left of the young man.
She was beautiful, with dark hair and red lips. She gave a tentative smile and said "Lyre?"
Before she could reply, she felt Ric brush against her mental shield.
She shoved her panic deep down and tried to reassure her son.
"I'm fine Fireball. Just got unexpectedly caught in one of Braun's tests, that's all"
I'll be at your side momentarily, Mistress.
"No don't!" The panic threated to drown her, but she pushed through to grit out "Stay where you are. I don't know how bad his mood is yet."
Before she could repeat her plea for him to stay away, he broke the connection.
When reality came back into focus, she realized she had accidentally locked eyes with a man that looked like-
"Moon?" She whispered.
Then she cured herself, because this wasn't Her Moon. Her Moon has been dead for a long time now, that she knew in her marrow. Grief swelled and blotted out the panic as she stared at the dark brown eyes she loved so much. She must have truly messed up if Braun decided to torment her with her Moon.
Lyra took a deep breath, lifted her chin, and gave a savage grin.
"Hello Braun" she purred.