Allissa

The garden had become Lyra’s kingdom, and we were all merely permitted to live in it.

She stood in the middle of the lawn in a yellow dress already stained with grass, armed with the bubble wand Eira had enchanted for her last birthday. Each bubble drifted out shimmering in colors that didn’t entirely belong to this world, and Lyra chased them with the single-minded ferocity she brought to everything, which was to say she hunted them like prey.

Squall lounged on the garden bench ...