THREE
Loathing
It took longer than he had hoped to reach Lyra’s tree, which was further away than the Freylarkin had first made out. Clearly, her pride had distorted the facts. She lived deep within the forest, in the very heart of the snow-covered woodland. Although it had been a strain on his muscles, trying to keep his companion upright, nonetheless, he had enjoyed their journey together. It was rare that he took the time to enjoy the natural beauty of the woodland, enhanced by the regal splendour of the snow that had completely blanketed it. It had been a surreal experience, helping Lyra to traverse the majestic landscape whilst the wind continued to howl through the trees.
‘We are here.’ said Lyra, through chattering teeth.
‘Let us get inside quickly and wrap up warm.’
Lyra
