9 flecks of Dust

[shapeofhersoul.livejournal.com]

[Lyra and Pan are asleep, oblivious to the mice for the moment, but not resting easy... the journal, open beside the bed, picks up mumblings and tossing]
No... But I'm not... I'm Lyra, Lyra Bel...
my parents... Count Belacqua, in the zeppelin...
NOT Eve, Lyra... Stop, stop...
Written... on forehead... doesn't make sense...
I don't care, I don't know, I don't want -

I'M NOT
THE SECOND EVE!


[aaand, as that was shouted over the journal, other probably heard it. Sorry! But she's woken herself up, too, so feel free to question her, comment, or wtf.]


[[ooc: going to bed... tagging early tomorrow morning! and link to loss info here important!]]

Comments

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

Says who? [he's cackling a little] You noisy little thing, this place is a nightmare to some people. And you don't see them bawling into the book as loud as they can go.

[and then, the sound of something scraping across the ground] Maybe you really do need to be punished, huuuuh~? ♪

[shapeofhersoul.livejournal.com]

[Lyra might be scared and confused, but Pan isn't standing for this. Have a very serious threat of a roar through the journal.]

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

[It's hard to say if that threat got through to him, because he's just... laughing now. Loudly and maliciously.]

[shapeofhersoul.livejournal.com]

[now there's the hiss of another large feline, and the journal is slammed shut]

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

[A sniffle]

Ugh, children.