Chapter 11
by 
roryaugust
Who do you visit?
Return to Lyra.
You make your way back to the courtyard, to that tiny, darkened alcove where Lyra has been waiting. She jumps to alertness as you approach, lifting her head from the confines of a small book she snaps closed with a gesture.
“Back again?” she greets you, sly and a little coy. She sniffs.
“Well, I didn’t want to leave you in the cold too long,” you say.
“I hear the stables can be warm, under certain conditions.” She smiles. “Did you want to go now?”