POV: Lyra
The tent was cold.
I sat across from Astrid with the map spread out between us and a cup of tea in my hands that I had not touched. The fire burned low in the corner and the shadows danced on the canvas walls and the only sound was the...
POV: Lyra
The tent was cold.
I sat across from Astrid with the map spread out between us and a cup of tea in my hands that I had not touched. The fire burned low in the corner and the shadows danced on the canvas walls and the only sound was the...