Skye had found her after class and asked if she was free that night and if so, would she mind sitting so that they c could go out for a little while that evening. Having no plans besides homework, Lyria easily agreed, knowing how much shit they'd through.
On the floor of the living room to her parent's small living quarters, Lyria sat cross-legged in front of her toddler-self, watching as the little girl played with some crayons, coloring in a coloring book. Little L, as Lyria had come to call the younger version, had a silver bracelet around one wrist, which Skye had explained was to prevent accidental power flareups as Lyria had come into her magical powers pretty much at birth. Temper tantrums had gotten a little on the nasty side until she'd gotten the dampener in place.
It was almost bizarre to be sitting there like that, with a miniature version of herself, sitting across from her. Little L was like a little doll.
This post has been edited by Lyria Turner: Oct 28 2017, 02:44 PM