"Lyra.. Lyra.. Nope. Never met her." she shrugs and buries her pit in the sand with her toes. She looks around and picks up her iPod and the stereo. "I'm heading back. Wanna come?" she watches him through the fringes of her bangs.
Without waiting for an answer, she turns on her flip flop and walks lazily up a stony path towards a mansion-looking-academy-thing in the distance.
Without waiting for an answer, she turns on her flip flop and walks lazily up a stony path towards a mansion-looking-academy-thing in the distance.