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Lyra Simmons
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She didn't want to do this.
She wanted to stay in her room, to hide away, to be left in peace. But of course, that wasn't the way things went in a village like Lynburn.
It was the same for any major event. If there was a marriage, everybody turned out for the event (or at least for the reception). If there was a new birth, many well wishes and presents to the wee bairn could be counted upon to arrive. And if there was a funeral, almost everybody would turn up.
From the sounds coming from out in the garden, many people had turned up for Lyra's mother's wake. Lyra wasn't sure she wanted them here. She felt dazed, confused, and the presence of so many here would do nothing to assuage that.
The funeral had been kept quiet, just the family. Lyra, her aunt, uncle, cousins and grandfather. Lyra's aunt had cried, but Lyra herself had not. It could have been shock, it could be pain but.. she felt beyond tears.
In truth.. there was only one person she truly wanted here. As far as she was aware, he hadn't come. Of course, with him being away, she had not really expected him to come at such short notice. But with her father, and then her mother both passing suddenly and within a few months of each other, in a way she felt she needed him more then ever.
"Lyra..."
She looked up. Her aunt had come inside.
"Do you want to come outside? There are lots of people asking after you."
Lyra glanced at the door out into the garden uncertainly.
"I... in a little bit, if that's alright? I think I just... need to clear my head."
Her aunt gave her an understanding smile, before moving out into the garden again. Just barely, Lyra heard her speak to someone on the decking
"She'll be out shortly. Poor thing, this must be a real blow to her..." Her aunts voice faded away.
Lyra closed her eyes, her hands clenching slightly, clutching at the handkerchief she had been holding since the funeral. Dimly, she heard the sound of the doorbell ringing, and footsteps as someone went to answer. She was tempted to just go, run, not look back... there wasn't much holding her here now...
(Looking for 1 male to play Lyra's friend.)
Lyra Simmons
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She didn't want to do this.
She wanted to stay in her room, to hide away, to be left in peace. But of course, that wasn't the way things went in a village like Lynburn.
It was the same for any major event. If there was a marriage, everybody turned out for the event (or at least for the reception). If there was a new birth, many well wishes and presents to the wee bairn could be counted upon to arrive. And if there was a funeral, almost everybody would turn up.
From the sounds coming from out in the garden, many people had turned up for Lyra's mother's wake. Lyra wasn't sure she wanted them here. She felt dazed, confused, and the presence of so many here would do nothing to assuage that.
The funeral had been kept quiet, just the family. Lyra, her aunt, uncle, cousins and grandfather. Lyra's aunt had cried, but Lyra herself had not. It could have been shock, it could be pain but.. she felt beyond tears.
In truth.. there was only one person she truly wanted here. As far as she was aware, he hadn't come. Of course, with him being away, she had not really expected him to come at such short notice. But with her father, and then her mother both passing suddenly and within a few months of each other, in a way she felt she needed him more then ever.
"Lyra..."
She looked up. Her aunt had come inside.
"Do you want to come outside? There are lots of people asking after you."
Lyra glanced at the door out into the garden uncertainly.
"I... in a little bit, if that's alright? I think I just... need to clear my head."
Her aunt gave her an understanding smile, before moving out into the garden again. Just barely, Lyra heard her speak to someone on the decking
"She'll be out shortly. Poor thing, this must be a real blow to her..." Her aunts voice faded away.
Lyra closed her eyes, her hands clenching slightly, clutching at the handkerchief she had been holding since the funeral. Dimly, she heard the sound of the doorbell ringing, and footsteps as someone went to answer. She was tempted to just go, run, not look back... there wasn't much holding her here now...
(Looking for 1 male to play Lyra's friend.)
