"Hey, little one." (Omg this could be when Marisa first meets Lyra to take her in in our au)
Send “Hey, Little One” For A Starter Where My Muse Is A Child, Wandering Lost And Alone
“Hello.” Lyra’s voice was small, unusually timid, but her dark eyes were wide with a curiosity stronger than most four-year-olds’. She had never seen a woman quite like the one stood before her; with a pretty, sparkling dress and a smile that made it impossible for the little girl not to smile back. “Who’re you?” she asked, her head tilting and causing a tangled lock of hair to fall across one of her eyes. No matter how many times Mrs. Lonsdale brushed her hair, it always ended up in the same state minutes later. “You a new nanny…or gov’ness?” Lyra’s initial uneasiness had faded, and she spoke with more confidence and energy than before. “You look different t’everyone here,” she observed, bluntly.
