Lyra Ventor
Character
Lyra opened her eyes fully as he moved, the shift in his presence drawing her attention back from wherever it had been anchored. For a moment, she simply looked at his hand. It was not in hesitation, but in a brief pause as her thoughts caught up to the present. She felt awareness flicker through her before she pushed it back down where it belonged, settling into the moment with a soft murmur.
"Right…"
Her hand rose to meet his, her grip light at first but steadying as she allowed him to pull her to her feet. The contact lingered just long enough to register before she stepped forward and let it go, re-centering herself with a quiet breath.
Focus and a plan were things she understood.
Mapping the jungle ahead, the way she would a flight route, her gaze followed the river's imagined path through the dense greenery. "That makes sense," she said, her tone more grounded. "Water always finds a way through. If there's an opening, it'll lead to it."
She stepped lightly onto the branch ahead, testing her footing before committing her weight with movements that were now controlled and deliberate. "And it's quieter," she added after a moment. "There is less chance of being seen from above if something is watching the canopy."
Her eyes flicked briefly toward him, the connection brief but intentional. "You lead," she said, her voice softening. "I'll keep up."
This time, she meant it without distraction.
Syn
"Right…"
Her hand rose to meet his, her grip light at first but steadying as she allowed him to pull her to her feet. The contact lingered just long enough to register before she stepped forward and let it go, re-centering herself with a quiet breath.
Focus and a plan were things she understood.
Mapping the jungle ahead, the way she would a flight route, her gaze followed the river's imagined path through the dense greenery. "That makes sense," she said, her tone more grounded. "Water always finds a way through. If there's an opening, it'll lead to it."
She stepped lightly onto the branch ahead, testing her footing before committing her weight with movements that were now controlled and deliberate. "And it's quieter," she added after a moment. "There is less chance of being seen from above if something is watching the canopy."
Her eyes flicked briefly toward him, the connection brief but intentional. "You lead," she said, her voice softening. "I'll keep up."
This time, she meant it without distraction.