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Leena Silton // Lyra Silvertongue (thelittleliar) wrote in expresslogs,
@ 2012-07-29 23:00:00

Entry tags:

{lyra silvertongue, {the huntsman

Who: The Huntsman, Lyra, Wolf, and Pan
What: discerning daemon status (and revealing it, as it were)
Where: outside Regina's room, aka, Lyra's old room.
When: Sunday night
Rating: low
Status: closed/ongoing

Lyra had sent a very reluctant Pan to check out Wolf. Well. That wasn't entirely true. Lyra had spent the past week trying to coax Pan into seeing if the wolf was a daemon. None of the others from their world had them, something Pan was all to quick to point out, but Lyra always shushed him. She'd been in Will's world with a daemon, hadn't she?

Honestly, Pan probably only agreed to it because doing it would mean Lyra had something else to focus on. He slipped out of the touring car under Lyra's watchful eye, and crept along the hallways. People came and went regularly, so he wasn't stuck waiting by doors for very long each time (and the times he was, Lyra was creeping along a train car behind him each time, just to keep an eye out on him). He was nearly to the end of the train when he smelled the wolf. After hiding in the bathroom at the end of the train car for about an hour (because Pan was a coward to put all other cowards to shame), he slithered along the baseboards, trying to remain as invisible as possible.

The Huntsman was intently watching the room that he and Lyra (and Amy) used to occupy. When the wolf looked over at Pan, Pan knew instantly that this wasn't just an animal. He suddenly wished Lyra were closer, but didn't want to look back at the train door and lose eye contact with the wolf. Who wasn't a daemon, as far as he could discern, but it was too late to turn and run away now.

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cryoverwildlife
2012-07-30 03:24 am UTC (link)

Wolf raised her head to look over at the creature that was creeping closer and closer. She thumped her tail on the ground, cocking an eyebrow curiously as it turned its head slightly, letting out a warning - but not necessarily threatening - sort of bark. This, of course, attracted the Huntsman's attention.

Turning his head very briefly from Regina's door, a frown on his face at being distracted from this important (and nervewracking) task by a sound that could possibly alert Regina to his presence. He was confused by the small animal he saw creeping towards him - he had never seen anything like it on board before.

Sitting up a bit, he held his hand out to the small creature.

"Hello there, little one. What are you doing here?"

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thelittleliar
2012-07-30 03:42 am UTC (link)

Pan jumped back at the bark, though he wasn't sure if it was because he'd startled the wolf, or if the wolf thought him a threat, or if the wolf couldn't discern that he wasn't just a pine marten.

He sniffed at the Huntsman, though stayed away from his hand. He smelled normal, not that Pan would be able to tell what not-normal was. He could tell with the wolf. She was like a hybrid daemon, almost, but not really. Pan wanted the wolf to understand, he could tell she was something different; he darted up to her and touched her paw with his.

Where was Lyra? "Lyra," he murmured. "This was a bad idea."

Lyra was against the door of the compartment, breathless, and with her heart beating furiously. She was close enough to sense Pan's discomfort, but he wasn't in any actual danger, and now he was communicating with the wolf, at least a little bit. Taking a deep breath and holding it, Lyra pressed her face to the compartment door window and continued to watch, one hand on the handle, ready to charge in if necessary.