Lyra watched Viviane go, a little dazzled, as ever dazzled, by her presence, a little devastated that she was going. With her, on Wednesday nights, she'd felt a little of what she'd felt under the hill, not – not very like, but something akin to it. Without the bloodied fingers, but not without the feeling that, sometimes, she was just so infused with love or life or youth or magic or something that she felt transported to a whole nother plane of existence. It wasn't something she'd put into words, even in her own thoughts, and she certainly didn't suspect anything supernatural was going on, it just felt good, fun, free.
And now she was going, and part of Lyra wanted to chase after her and convince her to stay, come up with some wild antic that would make this party the place to be, so she wouldn't go. Avery was still holding tight to her hand though, so, no chasing could take place. She was gonna hold on to the Lyra's my girl though, very much enjoying being someone's anything.
"Vivacious, vivid Viviane," Lyra said, turning back to Avery once Viv was outta sight. "One day you gotta skive off work early and come play. Ain't she— like have you ever seen anyone so— just gorgeous."