Fit
Lyra had just been walking, enjoying the cool weather while also mentally drifting. She let her head drop back as her arms kept the warm sweater-coat wrapped around her as her boots crunched the snow and rocks. This was a nice place, it felt peaceful and calm, something that was very welcome.
She pulled her phone out of her pocket, checking for any messages from a number she did not delete or block; nothing. It had been weeks and it was still nothing. She debated breaking her own promise to herself to not be the first to reach out when the musical notes of a stone skipping on ice caught her attention.
Tucking her phone away, she looked up and saw a young woman skipping stones across the ice. Looking around, she found a large flat stone and walked over to them,
"This one might get some distance, " she told her as she held out the UFO shaped rock to her.