Lyra flapped her wings, clambering up to the ledge before checking the stitches Queen had made in the tear, none had snapped that was good.
She allowed herself a few moments to rest before climbing up to the next ledge. And finally making it to memorium.
She loved the scent of moss and living things that wouldn’t immediately throw sharp things at them.
She sat on a patch of green taking a closer look at the stitches.
None had frayed yet, and hopefully never would because they’d be incredibly painful to replace
Lyra sighed, fiddling with a nearby stick, peeling off all the bark and using one small claw to carve some squiggly lines into it
The Queen had noticed Lyra wandering away from Songclave, and had made moves to follow behind carefully. She didn't think Lyra would be especially capable of defending herself, and she would rather her one supporter not get herself killed.
Her plan to follow Lyra quickly got foiled, however, when she discovered that there... wasn't a staircase, or an elevator, or anything of the sort, leading up to wherever Lyra had gone.
The Queen was about to spend an hour making some sort of contraption using her Silk, or perhaps just making a rope to climb, when she remembered she had wings.
It still took her far too long to find her way up, since she had to basically teach herself how to fly. It was more intuitive than she thought it would be, but not as intuitive as she had hoped it would be. Whatever; she'd learn.
After she made her way up, it did not take her long to find Lyra. She wasn't as good a tracker as the Hunter, but she could manage. And she silently approached the moth, before sitting beside her.
"This is a peculiar place," The Queen stated. "An attempt to put life inside a cage. Unfortunately, it was almost doomed to fail; life was never meant to be contained."
She paused for a moment. Then she asked, "Tell me, Lyra, are the stitches alright? I can adjust them if not."
