Lyra's World

“And that was more or less that,” Lyra said, sipping her tea. “I got a job singing and playing piano at a bar nearby, and eventually got my cutie mark back. Six years later, Twilight finally got around to waking me up.” She sighed. “Apparently she’d stepped out to use the bathroom.”

“Your cutie mark is a bell,” Bon Bon said.

“Everyone thought Sweetie was going to get a bell,” Rose pointed out.

Bon Bon narrowed her eyes. “Lyra’s voice doesn’t sound like a bell.”

“It’s a cracked bell?” Rose said, chuckling.

“It… might not actually be for singing,” Lyra admitted, hunching low over the table as if she was trying to hide behind her tea. “I got it when I was performing a new anthem for the Gunners, during the battle to liberate Quincy from the tyrannical Minutemen.”

“That still sounds like singing,” Rose said.

“It does,” Lyra said. “But after I got it, I kind of put my singing career on hold, and went into mercenary work full time. So… I think it might be a symbol for…” she lowered her voice to a whisper, and flattened her ears. “Overthrowing governments?”

Bon Bon frowned. “How many governments did you overthrow?”

Lyra shrugged. “I kind of lost count.”