Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44344165-20191226023600/@comment-44044902-20191229140450

Lyra really wanted to go exploring. These kids were running a whole organization by themselves! How stupid is that?

After a few minutes of inner conflict, she finally tested out her feet. They were wobbly with youth, but nothing she couldn't handle. She could vanish, but then she'd entirely blow her cover of the naive polygot. She stuck with taking a walk visibly.

This first hideout was small. Stationed somewhere in the woods. Completely uncovered. Lyra made a mental note of that. The walls chipped with age, the prestine marble flooring already yellowing. It looked... sad to say the least. Though she did find some interesting symbols inscribed into the walls and ceiling that her photographic memory captured. At last, she wobbled back to her room, and looked in the mirror. A red-faced, sweaty girl looked back, and Lyra worried that that would blow her cover. She fanned her face, thinking of a cover-up when someone showed up.