10 Paulo
Paulo wasn’t expecting to be hit in the face by a rope. He heard the hiss as it fell but didn’t place the sound until the frayed end came down at him, along with all of the other gathered rope behind it. He rubs the welt forming on his face as he picks up the end. “Lyra?” he calls. What happened? He parts the trees with a wave of his hand to get a view of the sky where Lyra floated through. She isn’t there. He hurries over to the horses and makes sure they are still tied off tight.
Paulo closes his eyes, rotating and raising his hands slowly. He feels the ground begin to churn, pushing him into the air. Lyra has her way of flying – his just requires a bit more material. He opens his eyes and waves the branches away, changing their growth and bending them away from him. He paus
