A few children, playing some game that involves a lot of running, laughing and tagging each other, glance curiously at Lyra in passing. She ignores them.
"Oh, Will, I never know what to say, or where to start... I miss you so much. I miss you every day and every night, and I'm always thinking of things I want to tell you, but when I come here there are too many things to say and I forget. They made me a prefect, and I like my history class, and political economy is very interesting, and Iorek Byrnison invited me to visit him this summer... None of it matters, Will. I don't want to do any of it as much as I want to sit here and talk to you. And see you and hear you and touch you, and I can't."
Lyra holds Pantalaimon close, biting her lip and glaring at that empty space on the other side of the bench, as if it is the air's fault that they cannot see Will and Kirjava.
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Date: 2005-09-20 04:23 am (UTC)A few children, playing some game that involves a lot of running, laughing and tagging each other, glance curiously at Lyra in passing. She ignores them.
"Oh, Will, I never know what to say, or where to start... I miss you so much. I miss you every day and every night, and I'm always thinking of things I want to tell you, but when I come here there are too many things to say and I forget. They made me a prefect, and I like my history class, and political economy is very interesting, and Iorek Byrnison invited me to visit him this summer... None of it matters, Will. I don't want to do any of it as much as I want to sit here and talk to you. And see you and hear you and touch you, and I can't."
Lyra holds Pantalaimon close, biting her lip and glaring at that empty space on the other side of the bench, as if it is the air's fault that they cannot see Will and Kirjava.