Leena Silton // Lyra Silvertongue (![]() ![]() @ 2012-05-16 14:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dice, !plot, {donna noble, {lyra silvertongue |
Who: Lyra Silvertongue and Donna Noble
What: Lyra is terrified that she's been hit with the loss of abilities.
Where: Observation car
When: 16th, evening
Warnings/Ratings: none/none
Status: closed, ongoing
Lyra was, in a word, terrified. She'd tried to tell a tiny lie and it hadn't worked, and she'd found that she couldn't tell any of them. Lyra wasn't lying nearly as much as when she'd first got on the train (she was a tiny bit ashamed that Samantha Parkington had been so nice, and Lyra had started off lying to her, but not nearly ashamed enough to apologise for it), but she was still lying - some things were easier not spoken of. So when she'd been asked what she was doing by a train occupant, Lyra had wanted to say that she was just going to sketch the dinosaurs (she really just wanted to take notes - this would make a fascinating paper when she got back), but the words hadn't come. Other words would come, but not the lie. She'd rushed to the observation car, settled herself in the corner, and tried saying some things outloud. No lies. She finally understood the helplessness that several others on the train were feeling.
She fell asleep alone - Pan had opted out, choosing to stay sleeping in the comfy pillow bed Lyra had made up for him, the spoiled brat - and when she woke, the glare from the sunset was pouring in, making visibility extremely difficult.
"What time is it? Pan?" she half-murmured, to no-one in particular. Maybe she could lie now that she was asleep. "My name is -" and Hannah never came. "No, come on. How long is this going to last?"