Lyra woke first in the morning. She rubbed her eyes and yawned widely. She looked over at her Mommy, who was still asleep. Mommy needed to rest more. Maybe Lyra could go and get some food. Wouldn't Mommy be happy then?
Her stomach growled. She got up carefully so as not to wake Arysta and pulled on a pair of warm pants. Her nightgown still hung long on her but she was too hungry to completely change.
Poking her head outside the tent she saw someone was at one of the bonfires already. She slipped her feet into boots before hurrying outside.
"Jamzz!" she sang in the sing-song voice every little girl knows by heart. "Jamzz!"
The child got went a little too fast for her legs and ended up tripping and falling into the snow. She got up giggling though, flecks of snow stuck to her face and hair.
She came to sit by James, her eyes going between him and the meat over the fire. It smelled really good...
But it was Jamzz food, she reminded herself. Mommy said it was wrong to take something that didn't belong to you. So Lyra picked up a stick and started poking it into the fire, getting the end hot before using it to draw patterns in the snow.