Lee Scoresby
The Texan Aeronaut of the Northern Skies
Balloonist for hire, sky-high savior, and Lyra’s last line of defense.
Call me a Texan gone north with a head full of sky and a heart full of maybe. I used to fly solo, balloon-for-hire, asking no questions and making no promises. Then came Lyra—spitfire, liar, lightning in a child’s skin—and a war that stretched higher than clouds. Iorek’s claws, Serafina’s spells, and my rifle all serve the same truth: some things are worth falling for.
What I'm Into: Hester’s silence before she speaks, Iorek’s bear armor, hot coffee in a frozen balloon basket, Lyra’s impossible ideas, the North wind at my back
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