For a while, Lyra and Oralin's travels went smoothly. Nothing was wrong apart from the fact the world was at war. Sometimes, they would have to hide from Antiquian soldiers, and occasionally fight, but the time where there was nothing wrong, they would take the time to get to know each other. To trust each other. Lyra wasn't used to the warmth she'd been feeling the past few days. The orphanage wasn't particularly bad, but they weren't the nicest either. Here, with Oralin, she felt welcome. Despite being away from those who she really knew, she thought she knew Oralin the best. they were running from a bunch of soldiers, and Oralin had gotten his hands on a bow and some arrows while knocking out some of they're attempted 'kidnappers'. Soon enough, they were able to exit the grasslands and enter a previously destroyed village. Although the fires were now gone, the ash and remains of destruction were still there. Disgusted as lyra was, oralin dragged her into a hiding spit with which they could make a subtle escape "if it means getting us, they'll attack the place again. I think we're safe now though." Oralin whispered "and we're nearing the border of antiquia too"
