Chapter 89
Chapter 89 A Cleaning Errand
Lyra’s lips curved uncontrollably, joy shining bright in her gaze.
After rubbing its soft, round ears, she caressed its plump cheeks.
She pulled a piece of candy from her pocket.
The white bear sniffed it curiously.
Lyra unwrapped the candy and held it out.
The white bear smacked its lips and crunched it down in a matter of seconds, devouring it without savoring a single bite.
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When humans smack their lips while eating, it can be grating. When animals do it, it only feels adorable, and it filled her with quiet satisfaction.
That tiny candy merely whetted its appetite, barely enough to fill a gap between its teeth.
Still craving more, it leaned forward and sniffed at Lyra’s clothes.
The saltwater crocodile let out a low growl and swatted at the cub with its short claws to warn it off from such pushy, rude behavior.
The white bear disliked the meddlesome crocodile just as much and growled right back.
The two were on the verge of fighting again, so Lyra quickly stepped between them.
Her eyes swept over both beasts.
The white bear’s thick hide hid any injuries; at the very least, no blood was visible. The crocodile’s back only bore a few thin pale scratches.
It seemed both had held back during their clash.
She patted her pocket to show there were no more candies left, then stroked each of their heads to soothe them, urging them not to quarrel,
The white bear shot the crocodile a sideways glance and huffed out a breath through its nose, a clear sound of disdain.
Lyra smiled as she watched them.
Off to one side, the lynx and dhole sat calmly, uninterested in the squabble.
Once she had calmed the two beasts, Lyra lifted her cleaning supplies and continued upward.
Draven called out, “You plan to clean it yourself p>
Lyra paused and nodded.
He fell silent.
Arthur’s voice drifted up from behind her. “Let the spirit animals help. They’ve got nothing else to do
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Lyra smiled. Could spirit animals be described that way?
She shook her head.
The hyena was extremely wary. It had taken her ages just to be able to clean outside its cell door.
If it spotted this crowd of spirit animals trying to intrude on its territory, it might get spooked and lash
out.
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Besides, smart as they were, none of them had hands to handle cleaning gear easily.
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Seeing she refused help and intended to tackle the work herself, Draven could only warn her. “Stay sharp. Pull back immediately if anything turns dangerous p>
Lyra nodded to show she understood.
Her cleaning bucket wobbled.
She glanced down; the saltwater crocodile wanted to carry it on its back.
The white bear also tried to help, standing on its hind legs and wrapping its front paws around the bucket
handle.
The crocodile refused to let the clumsy bear bungle the job and clamped its jaws onto the bucket, refusing to release it.
The two beasts started fighting over it again.
Lyra shook her head, amused.
She stroked both of their heads to thank them, then lifted the bucket and headed for the lift.
The crocodile and white bear exchanged a sharp glare before hurrying after her.
The lynx could not follow once they traveled too far, so it lingered silently before the lift doors and watched them leave.
The dhole and red fish could keep up without trouble.
The orca lacked range as well, so it expanded its form and positioned itself across the second-floor corridor to monitor everything.
Lyra leaned forward to peer into Cell 201.
At the sound of multiple footsteps, the hyena lifted its head warily.
It could only see Lyra’s face through the window, yet it did not relax its guard.
When the metal door creaked open a narrow gap, it spotted several spirit animals standing behind Lyra.
Its gaze shifted from cautious to razor-sharp.
Lyra noticed the change at once. She gestured for the crocodile and white bear to step back. Then she set the red fish and ferret from her shoulder and head beside the dhole behind the doorway.
Next, she held up the long cleaning pole for the hyena to see-the same tool she had used last time.
She hoped the hyena would remember and understand she was only there to clean, not to provoke it
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The hyena watched her movements quietly, defensive but unwilling to strike without cause.
Lyra read its tense posture, fastened the broom to the pole, and slowly dragged out discarded meal containers and spilled food from the cell.
The hyena’s attention gradually moved to the object she was pushing and pulling.
Once all the mess was cleared away, it heard Lyra’s soft footsteps retreat with those spirit animals.
Before long, noise erupted outside once more, like dozens of creaturres squabbling and roaring.
Curiosity finally got the better of the hyena. It rose slowly, planted its front paws on the window ledge,: poked its head out to watch.
Out on the open space, Lyra wore a brilliant smile, riding atop the orca as if on a carousel, rising and falling with its movements.
Behind her, the ferret hopped excitedly across the orca’s broad back, chirping nonstop.
Down below, the saltwater crocodile and white bear rumbled low.
One warned the orca to take care, while the other stared longingly, waiting for its turn.
After several loops, the orca descended gently to the floor.
Lyra was about to slide off its back. Before the white bear could push forward, the red fish suddenly expanded its body.
It shoved the bear aside, caught Lyra securely, and carried her soaring higher into the air.
The white bear, robbed of its chance, stamped its front paws in frustration.
Mindful of her small, fragile frame, the orca and red fish kept their speeds gentle.
Even so, Lyra kicked her feet excitedly.
It felt exactly like a mild, calm roller coaster ride.
The hyena observed silently. Her bright, radiant grin resembled sunlight breaking through storm clouds, brightening the perpetually dull, monotonous cell block.
It had never seen her smile like that when facing it.
The hyena knew she feared it.
It tilted its head, wondering-had it truly traumatized her before?
Mid-thought, Lyra, bobbing up and down on the red fish’s back, spotted the hyena. She waved at it in a friendly gesture.
The hyena stiffened.
It huffed and turned away, retreating deeper into the cell.
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Why the sudderr bad mood?
The hyena thought that wave was nothing more than casual pity. Like tossing scraps to a stray dog whil feeding a pet.
It was just a condescending handout.
It would not accept that.
Lyra stared on, confused.
What had made it turn sour all of a sudden?
Lost in thought, she twisted her head.
A small window at the far end of the second floor stood open, black and shadowed inside. She could no see what was going on.
The gaze she had felt just now seemed like an illusion.
Before disappointment settled in, her gentle aerial ride came to an end.
The orca and white bear jostled for the best spot on the ground below.
Unexpectedly, the saltwater crocodile, who had already benefited once, came over to act obedient.
The three beasts shoved one another, and sure enough, fighting broke out again.
With the orca joining in, the chaos spiraled completely out of hand.
The lynx and dhole stepped into their caretaker roles, silently herding Lyra away from the braw!
The ferret was back on cheerleading duty, waving its tiny paws and chirping frantically.
The annoyed orca flicked its tail and swatted the little creature aside.
Undeterred by the blow, the ferret scrambled back toward, eager to watch the action up close.
Then the white bear, caught up in the scuffle, accidentally stepped on it.
This time, the ferret took a nasty hit and let out a mournful, shrill cry.
The watching Sentinels could not help laughing.
Cedric pressed a palm to his forehead, sighing and signaling for Snow to stop seeking trouble.
Lyra had only wanted to lift the spirits of the spirit animals. In the end, they were the ones keeping her thoroughly entertained.
Her smile lingered long enough that it still tugged at her lips when she lined up in the mess hall for dinner
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As she waited, a figure walked past her side, and a cold remark drifted over without warning.
“Must feel great having powerful protectors backing you up p>
Lyra spun around at once.
She saw no one she could pin the words on.
Many staff members from other departments streamed past to grab their evening meals.
She could not identify who had spoken.
Yet she noticed several people wearing laundry-unit uniforms walking ahead of the crowd.
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Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.