Lyra Belacqua (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} alethiometer_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} madisonvalley, |
Lyra sighed softly at Fury's words. Of course he had picked up on what was happening. Fury was that sort. And of course he was going to ensure she tried to win the stuffed animal on her own, and not with any sort of help from Pan. "He's a part of me, you know," she informed the man. That was her way of admitting that Fury was right, that Lyra had been about to try to win the stuffed animal with Pan's help.
"Come on, Pan," she called. And when a moth landed on her shoulder, she gave Fury a look before throwing her first dart. It wasn't an angry look or anything, just a look.
And she happened to hit the balloon her first try.