Underneath the green trees in a small glade a small hammock swayed gently. Sunlight filtered through the leaves onto the little form of the child inside. Her eyes fluttered open and she yawned. Sitting up, she climbed out of her hammock, dropping the last few feet to the ground because she couldn't reach it yet. Stumbling back a little, she fell on her bottom then stood.

The four year old blinked and looked around.
[color=f49ac2]"Ba-Ba?"[/color]she asked curiously. The child was the pet of The Ruler of Summer, but she never called him that.
[color=f49ac2]"Ba-Ba?"[/color]she called out again, this time more worriedly. Usually he was nearby when she woke, to feed her or play with her. Sometimes he brought her pretty things to play with, like flowers or butterflies.

Since he was not there, Lyra decided she would just have to go find him. Barefoot and in her little red dress, her blonde hair tangled from sleep, she set off in search of her Ba-Ba. Any other child would have been scared to walk through the forest alone, but not Lyra. Under the protection of her Ba-Ba she had never had any reason to feel fear in his domain.