In many ways, Astrid was Lyra's mentor, covering magic, mental power, noble etiquette, high society's social methods, and the appropriate words and behaviors toward different people.
And in certain matters, apart from the extremely rare cases of self-taught knowledge, Astrid's approaches were equally groundbreaking.
At least until tonight, Lyra had never imagined that a desk could sometimes be more than just a desk. Besides writing and reading, this solid wooden board, over a meter long and broad and flat, could also serve as a seat, a place to compose a beautifully moving melody, a place leaving behind enchanting memories she will never forget.
The sensation of the hard wooden surface still lingered on her back. A few strands of pink hair stuck to Lyra's slightly flushed cheek. The girl gently adjusted her disheveled shoulder strap, brushing away the strands that blocked her vision.
"Have some water, Lyra."
