AZALEA'S POV
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Mom's still missing. Lyra, Corbin and I are on our way the the Frozen Claws pack to search for answers about the witch in Sylric's library, and I'm slowly losing my mind about all of it. Mom should have been back by now. I don't know where she is, or where she would even run off to. To think of it, I barely know her in that aspect. I don't know where she'd go if she was upset, yet she knows where I'd go.
She always found me at the pond where Lyra's swing is now built. Always.
"Mommy, it's hot!" Lyra wines, tugging at her scarf to loosen it. "In the car, yes. I'll turn the heat down." I adjust the temperature in the car, "Can't I just take this off?" She groans, making a choking sound. I stare at the snow filled mountains surrounding us. "When we get home, keep it on."
