[Action it is, then. Lyra's hands are clenched into fists as she runs toward the fountain. Losing Pantalaimon had been bad enough- but that man's words! She scanned the people near the fountain, looking for whoever was accompanied by a creature in cat-form, her expression a deep scowl.]
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Date: 2009-01-09 03:33 am (UTC)