24 Paulo
“Lyra!” Paulo’s hoarse voice cracks from the effort.
Lyra! Please, if you can hear me in some way, please answer, he sends out between the trees. Please, Goddess let her hear me soon. His olive skin is slashed with deep emerald green. He has never seen his markings this dark before, but the constant use of Magick has drained his energy.
Tree Brother.
“No!” he says, whipping around to face the trees. “Stop, I need to find her. I can’t do anything until I find her.”
You haven’t slept in two days.
“And?”
Lyra hasn’t either. She is waiting for you.
Paulo groans, guiltily eating another bit of apple to keep his strength up. “And how the Hell is that supposed to help make me feel better?”
Tree brother, think of it? How else would I know how she is doing?
“You better have act
