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

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

Not really. I don't see how humans can eat the Knowledge Fruit again. You already know the of Good and Evil now.

[endofdestiny.livejournal.com]

Unless the evil we know en't the real one.

[because she sometimes hits things right on the head without realizing she's being insightful...]